But am I really done?

The end of a school year.  So excited to be done, but quite honestly, more exhausted than anything.  

Dylan also decided to make limeade.  For breakfast.

Both ninos took a turn at coming into my class this week.  Friday, Eva came out with us to happy hour!

I went to bed, relatively early.  Woke up refreshed, and ready for the day!  

Apparently so did Dyleva.

By 9:00 Eva was painting flower pots in the dining room.  

Dylan had decided to empty his entire piggy bank all over the kitchen floor.  

I'm trying to make breakfast, clean the kitchen, fold laundry and get them out of the house within the hour for gymnastics.  

Crazy.

So what exactly gave me the idea that I was done for the summer?