BACK TO SCHOOL
It's that time of year again. I'm cleaning out last years clothes (ie passing them down from one son to the next), buying them new jeans (that look old), and trying to find all the items on the school supply list. (Can someone please tell my why I can never find everything at one store?)
The bookbags are ready to be stuffed with name-labled markers, pens, and boxes of tissues, the school menu adorns the refrigerator, and the kids are semi-eager to go back to school. But this is the first year I've been less than eager to send them back. It's been kinda fun having them home this summer. I've only heard the "I'm bored . . ." whine a dozen or so times, and besides, I can smell the homework coming.
The forms to fill out, the lunch money, the frantic We-have-to-leave-NOW! yelled out as I usher three kids out the door, counting heads, b00kbags, sack lunches.
"Did you get your math homework?"
"Take off those sandals, you have gym!"
"Mom, I need my field trip permission slip TODAY!"
"Is that the shower I hear? Who's still in the shower???"
Ah, yes, I can wait for that. One more week of summer before the madness starts. Until then, I'm not signing a thing.