The glossy folders and sharpened pencils and sticks of glue--all labled with names--are safely nestled in new bookbags, ready for the first day of school. And, can I just say, it can't happen soon enough.
Yeah, yeah, I've enjoyed having my kids for the summer. I've enjoyed the extra time, the board games, the vacation, the spontaneous field trips, but enough's enough. I'm ready to have the house to myself, ready to focus on writing, ready to stop saying "stop it" five hundred times a day, ready to have two consecutive thoughts, ready to grocery shop alone, and ready, yes, for peace and quiet.
I'm ready for my comfortable routine after they've left for school, for a quiet time that's actually, um, quiet, for fifteen minutes of writing without twenty interuptions. I'm glad for summer, but boy, when this time of year rolls around, I'm ready for the kids to go back to school.
So, God bless you teachers, but they're going back tomorrow, and I'm having a chocolate party.