The last day of school arrived and as I drifted through the car line, I could picture it all. Over the summer we’d do all the workbooks, we’d be the family who fills out the reading log daily. We’d spend time journaling at the beach. We’d do school most mornings and then I’d send them back in the fall, brains overflowing with new knowledge. But then, we signed up for VBS and swim lessons and day camp and we had playdates and before I knew it, summer was almost half over and I wasn’t the summer Mom I thought I’d be.