The only reason

Just about the only reason I can think of right now to be excited that school is about to start, other than having a little over seven hours alone each weekday (that is actually a damn good reason to be excited) is the Gypsy Children have headed back to their mom in NC. Their days and weeks of bugging the crap out of me are over. We no longer have to plan what to do if these children come over to crash play dates, beg to ride the kids' bikes and toys and come running over with swimsuits in hand, ripping the safety band off of our gate leadng to the pool. We are totally the kind of people who believe in 'the more the merrier' and we like for our kids to have fun playing with friends, HOWEVER, these kids were beyond pushy, did not listen, would not leave when it was time for them to go home, and to top it off their father, the handyman who was working in the neighborhood, never once came around to check on them, bring them water or anything. The man drug these dirty, pushy children to his job sites in the 90+ degree heat and cut them loose for hours. I did mention that they are like eight and nine years old, right? I certainly hope their mama in NC keeps better tabs on them than their father does. Farewell Gypsy Children.