It's not so bad, apparently.
In fact, I'm beginning to wonder if Sam actually ... *gasp!* ... enjoys going to summer school. He gets out of bed relatively happy in the mornings and every day when I pick him up from school he seems to be in a pretty good mood.
I feel like I'm holding my breath. This isn't what I expected at all. I was certain he would fight me tooth and nail every day. Oh, he has made little comments about not being able to do such-and-such during the day because he has to go to summer school (Eeyore voice, anyone?) but I have a feeling he appreciates the schedule and knowing what to expect out of each day.
One more week.
Then it will be the 4th of July.
Then we'll have nothing to do but chill out for the rest of the summer.
And then in the fall? Middle school. Ack! I'm not going to think about that right now.