Day 185: or The Day America Turned 235

I love the 4th of July. It's just a great day in the middle of summer, where everyone really tries to make the most of it. With grill outs and boats, it's a combination of my favorite things. So in France, I missed it all. The good thing was, I felt so removed from it, I almost didn't feel like I was missing anything, because in no way was my day "4th like". 

The Kid was home all day, save a couple hours for a pottery class. He took the same class in the spring and he really likes it, so there is never a fight to get out the door. When his class was over, the little girl from across the street came over for a play date. She only speaks French, so it's practice for me, but stresses me out a bit. We all headed to the pool and there were a couple other kids from their class there as well. It was a good way to spend the afternoon and I had to work at convincing them it was time to go home. I coaxed them with pastries and juice. Works every time.

After Chloe left, the house got quite again and I made dinner. Everything I do, I think about the fact that it might be the last time. Maybe tonight was the last time I'll have to deal with rolling out pizza dough. Or hanging laundry. Or walking to school. It's all really ending, but I just can't rap my head around it.