It is so fascinating on how different boys and girls are. The girls spent at least 20 minutes each trying to decide what perfect something to wear on the first day. So as they were up there discussing such important matters, I asked Son #1, "have you thought a lot about what you're going to wear tomorrow?" He looked at me (insert a tone of sarcasm here) and said, "are you kidding me?" Boys. Gotta love 'em.
The only major crisis of the morning is that we are missing one lunch box. The paper bag did the trick.
But it was sad. This morning in the laundry room, I folded up the beach towels for probably the last time in a good long while. The silence in the house is deafening (save for the snoring dog in the porch). The summer of 2011 is no more. But we had a great one. And we have much to look forward to as always.
Now no excuses from The Chef. The fridge can be cleaned. The kitchen floor washed down thoroughly. And the garden's produce plucked. Because I'm alone with no extra people to feed. No fights to settle. And no hugs to give... until the bus returns.
and it won't be long enough. But, like I say to Jim once in a while, "are we raising grass or kids?" And it sure is kids if you are looking at our lawn. I forget sometimes, how much time it takes raising up kids. So much of it is just sitting still so they will tell you something time. Sometimes I am glad to think they will be gone someday, and then I know I won't when it happens.
ReplyDeleteis it only me but doesn't that bus get home fast? as a SAHM i don't stay at home much..i'm always scurrying to get home before the bus..i think you're home a bit more doing things like baking and stuff. happy school year!!
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