It’s coming….. end of summer, and Back to School. A time I mourn before it gets here, and mourn harder when it comes.
People think I’m weird for being sad to send my plethora of children back to school, but I hate it. For selfish reasons like not having to pack lunches all summer, or forcing children out of bed before seven in the morning each day. I hate how the clock starts ticking as soon as I make the drop off at school, and I have to make sure I get through my work day efficiently enough to make it back to school for pick up on time.
Everything feels like a rush, and too many things have to be jammed in the day.
Don’t get me started on the fights about homework and dinner, and last minute stops to buy things needed right NOW for school the next day.
Cold weather, darkness, rain, ice, snow…… follow up to round out the crapfest that is the school year.
Hmmmmm. I might be a little pessimistic right now.
I think probably I’m moody because I’m dropping the oldest off at college again on Saturday. Tomorrow is my last day to spend with her, and part of it will be spent doing last minute shopping for things like pens, pencils, book bags, and water glasses to replace what I keep breaking. Not especially memorable, but necessary. Then she leaves, with only a messy room, and the shirts she steals from me as a reminder…..
And the youngest. Oh my god, how did I think she was ready for preschool??! She starts in 6 days, and I feel the squeeze starting in my chest. I know she’s smart, and social, and so far seems to have no sign of separation anxiety from me…. but she’s never actually been away from the house, without me, for a whole day. I want to pull her out, forget it, we aren’t ready.
I’m not ready.