The backpacks are packed. Up until a few minutes ago they were empty and staring me down with open mouths. Waiting to be filled. Four kids. So much. Tired.
I thought I'd be more ready than this. But I could truthfully use another good month of summer laziness. No alarms. No lunch-packing and drop-offing and pick-upping and to and fro. Can't believe it's time again.
We took a little getaway this weekend and it was hard to come back to reality, even if our reality includes the ocean.
Gray announced that he doesn't want to play soccer this fall and I was all THANK GOODNESS because Ivy wants to play and Carter's in another theatre production and Noah's only extracurricular is watching Doctor Who and maybe things won't be so crazy. This also might be the year I get Gray to wear long pants and (whisper) maybe even jeans. He just ran away from me when I brought it up again. So I'm not holding my breath.
The backpacks are packed.
It's that time again.