Why does it seem like my summer is compiled of counting and countdowns?
How many days have you spent at home vs at grandmas?
How many movies have we watched?
How many minutes until lunch? Can I have a snack now then?
How many times are you going to ask me the same question?
How many times do we listen to the same story, deal with the same eye rolls, listen to the same argument?
How many days until school starts? And how long can I maintain my composure while I wait?