It’s the last day of “school.”

And as much as I am the first cheerleader in the crowd hallelujah-ing the end of this year (Dear Jesus, if we have to do this again in the fall, I quit. I absolutely quit. You will have to provide both an espresso machine and unlimited quantities of high voltage coffee at my doorstep if four boys on four devices with the worst internet on the face of the planet all the live long day is next year’s mom life), I’m also finding myself leaking all over my Zoom meeting spacebar mute keys at the end of this season.

Because it’s really more like the end of a chapter.