Back to school time … ahhh! That sweet time when we say goodbye to late mornings and late nights and hello to fruit bars hastily unwrapped and called breakfast as we dash out the door hoping to not get a tardy so early in the academic year.
I distinctly remember the first time I left our daughters with a babysitter who was not family. I wrote a 20-page doctrine on exactly how my children liked their frozen macaroni and cheese heated up. I also left every phone number I knew (including yours!), you know, just in case she needed to get a hold of my ex-step-uncle who is a nephrologist down in Texas. One never knows when a 2-year-old will need assistance in passing a kidney stone.
Our older daughter’s golf team had just placed fourth in their conference. I was not able to go to the tournament, but my husband did—she played her best game yet. While I support my girl and her love of the sport, her daddy really is her biggest fan. So it was very important to both of them that they got to share this day together.
When I was going into the sixth grade, I went to my first week-long overnight camp. I’d gone to several camps for a weekend or an overnight, but this was going to be a whole week away from my home…and more importantly, away from my little sister.
We will not be traveling anywhere for Spring Break this year.
With my husband and I both being teachers, Spring Break has always been a wonderful pot of gold at the end of the dreary winter rainbow. In fact, we eloped over Spring Break almost twenty years ago, taking advantage of the week-long vacation that is typically celebrated by scantily-clad co-eds on beaches all over the world.
It wasn’t that long ago that I remembered being snowed in with a couple wild children who went stir crazy in no time flat. We’d watched Frozen until my eyes were frozen to the screen—then I sang to my kids as I shooed them outside.
Every single year, we barely have the Christmas tree put away and my daughters are busy breaking, um … I mean playing with their new toys when I announce, with exhaustion in my voice, that it’s only two more wake-ups until they return to school.
My announcement that we were cleaning out the closets and toy shelves was not met with the enthusiasm one might imagine. Okay, fine. I’m not sure which one of us might imagine that cleaning closets and toy shelves could be done enthusiastically, but I was hoping that someone in my house might be enthusiastic about the task.