Mayday, May Day

The boys are out of school.
I wonder whether we're ready for this.  Will we ever really be ready for any next this?
It's summertime though, finally.
On one hand, I feel the entire stadium of cheering fans rise in my chest.
On the other, I anticipate a house full of half empty milk cups and miscellaneous Lego creations, full of fighting boys who might only share snot and unkind words.
Plan A: when the sun calls us outside, we go.