So, back to question at hand: Back to School, happy or sad?
Well, since I've gotten the whole chaotic meet the teacher thing over with today: I can write this with a clearer head. OK. That's not really true. That seriously wore me out.
Back to school is a bittersweet concoction of emotions. I HATE schedules. And as soon as August rolls around we are on a serious downhill slide involving hydration, rest, football practice, lots of sweat, school supplies, $100 for this, $25 for that, $5 here, $10 there, football practice, clothes shopping, and football practice, and then throw in Grayce's gymnastics, acrobatting, pageanting & what not. We have to get ready to leave the house to be on time for this and that, get people up in the morning, get people dressed, get people out to the bus, get homework done. I HATE homework. And, this year is more stressful because Gavin will now have 3 teachers instead of one: and that means
But, then: there is sweet freedom, 8am-4pm of quiet. That is pure bliss. So, you can see how I am torn.
(big kids, *sniff)