A/N: So two things: #1 school is seriously kicking my ass right now. I'm pretty sure my parents are going to kill me once they see my grades. #2 I have writer's block. Like seriously I know where I want to go but I don't exactly know how to get there. What you are about to read was suppose to be part of an epic long chapter but after I wrote this I couldn't think of anything else and I didn't want you guys to be hanging on too long. I know none of us like fillers but I figured this is better than nothing. So please guys, bare with me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi or its characters.

So it's been a bit of a bad summer. I mean nothing bad or extreme has happened this past summer. Palex are still going strong and little AJ is growing up fast. Right now AJ is at the scooting on her belly stage of her life. She can't yet crawl so in order to get to where she wants to go she'll sort of scoot on her belly, like. All of us have spent many hours at Mom and Brian's watching AJ scooting. Major thinks it's weird, but that's because he doesn't remember that he did the same thing when he was her age.

So apparently Manny is in talks with some network producers about working on a new show that would film here in Toronto. Jay says that he and Manny miss being surrounded by friends and family and they want Emma to grow up around her family. Craig and Ellie are still going strong and there's no talk of them having a kid anytime soon. Dylan's hockey career is stronger than ever since he helped the Maple Leafs win the Stanely Cup, the first time since the 1960s so Dylan is pretty much seen as a city hero, and Marco still loves teaching middle school, though he did enjoy his summer break.

As for Beth and I… Well that's where the bit of a bad summer part comes in. See, Beth and I have been trying to get pregnant. Unfortunately we haven't been successful yet. Dr. Robinson reminds us that these things take time but Beth feels like there's something wrong with her and then I feel bad because I feel like I'm holding us back since I don't want to be impregnated myself. Does it make me a bad wife that I don't want to subject my body to pregnancy? Well I guess when I put it like that it does. Our last appointment with Dr. Robinson was about two weeks ago. We're trying not to stress too much about this one but I'm praying to God that we actually get pregnant this time around.

It's September and I'm still doing the afternoon shift at the station. Right now we're sort of in limbo when it comes to a morning show. We have a contract with some syndicated show out in Calgary but that contract is ending soon. I'm just hoping that the big bosses will finally notice me. Right now I'm at my parent's place, just hanging out with Major and Alex. This is the last Sunday of summer vacation. Mom and Brian have gone out, "celebrating". What they're celebrating? I'm not one hundred percent sure. But while the parents are out the kids will play.

"Marshmallows!" Major yells.

"Marshmallows!" I yell while throwing the bag at Major.

Major catches the bag of marshmallows. "Reese's pieces!"

"Reese's pieces!"

"Ok, don't you guys think this a bit much?" Alex asks.

Major and I look at the pile we have on the counter. There's three huge empty bowls sitting on the counter looking like they need to be filled. Sitting on the counter with the lonely sad empty bowls are two HUGE tubs of ice cream, whipped cream, bananas, marshmallows, Reese's pieces, M&Ms, and Oreo cookies.

"What are you talking about?" I ask. "These are the ingredients to a delicious heart-attacking sundae."

"Yeah," Major agrees while nodding his head.

"But you don't think all of this is a bit much?" Alex asks me. "I mean didn't Mom and Dad tell us just last week that Dr. Keys said that Major has two cavities?"

"ALMOST cavities," Major corrects her. "He put fillings in my teeth."

"My point exactly! I mean there's not a single healthy thing on this counter."

I pick up a banana. "We have bananas," I tell her in a duh tone.

"Yeah, we have bananas!" Major yells out.

Alex looks at Major. "You can't even spell bananas!" she exclaims.

"I'm eight and I'm going into the third grade," he tells Alex, sounding offended. "I can spell bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S!"

I start clapping my hands. Alex turns her head sharply and looks at me. I shrug my shoulders.

"What?" I ask. "I still need to sing that Gwen Stefani song to spell bananas."

Alex groans and shakes her head.

"I think I liked you better when you weren't a mom," Major says. "You're being all boring and old now."

Alex puts her hands on her hips. "I take offense to that!"

"You're even putting your hands on your hips like Mom does," Major says. "Face it, you're a mom now. You're not as cool as you use to be."

"WOO! That means I'm the cool sister now!" I exclaim. I throw my arms up into the air in victory. "Booya!"

"Hey! I'm still cool!" Alex exclaims. "I'm just as cool as Jordan. As a matter of fact I'm COOLER than Jordan."

Alex walks over to the cupboard where all the condiments are kept. What is she getting? Alex pulls out the chocolate sauce.

"This sundae is missing the most important ingredient of them all," Alex says while smiling. "Chocolate sauce."

"Chocolate sauce!" Major yells.

Alex tosses the chocolate sauce to Major.

SPLAT!

For someone who is so good at baseball you'd thing Major would be good at catching things. The chocolate sauce bottle slipped right through his fingers and now there's chocolate everywhere, including all over Major's face.

"Wow, good job butterfingers," I tell Major.

Major smiles. "We need butterfingers!" he yells.

I start laughing and soon Alex follows. It's moments like these that make me happy I have siblings.