The “joy” is that we actually got up on time, got “breakfast” (Caleb ate cereal, Carter only wanted decaf coffee, but I made him eat an apple too, and Calvin is in High School so who knows if or what he ate.) The pain will come tomorrow and every day after that when we have to get up at 6:30 for the 7am bus. I am not a morning person and neither are my kids. We can get up and get moving, but it’s not a pretty sight. Most people are super excited for the first day back . . . not me. I’d be happy to have them home all year long. Not because I’m an awesome mom and I love having them around all the time, but because I love sleeping in that much. Truth.
I only have one elementary schooler?
This year I have one in high school, middle school, elementary school, and preschool — that’s some awesome family planning, huh? Camille won’t actually be going to preschool though. It’s hard enough getting the kids out the door in my pajamas. I can’t imagine if I actually had to get dressed and drive her to school — no thanks! I think today we’re going to walk to the neighborhood salon and get pedicures. We’ll talk about nail polish colors and call it educational.
Waiting for the bus as dad leaves for work — the bus was late this morning and if I had to hear one more time, “Mom, are you sure today is the first day?” I was going to strangle them all.