It’s back-to-school today and the timing is right – even though it’s only August 7th! A week ago I was dreading this day. I didn’t want the summer to end. I didn’t want to be a slave to the kids’ calendars. I didn’t want to have to get up at 6 a.m. I didn’t want to pack lunches. I didn’t want to face the homework. But the universe has a funny way of bringing you around. The day following my attack of dread, child number one tried to jump off our second floor balcony (the same child who jumped three years ago and broke his foot in the process). Child number two slept till 10 a.m. and then spent all day watching wrestling and NASCAR – all day. Number three suggested that a younger sibling do something so inappropriate that I cannot even hint to you what it was. Number four spent the whole day in tighty-whiteys and when I asked why, I was told that he was trying to break the record for most days in a row wearing only underpants (and the same pair, to boot!). Yeah, it’s time for summer to end.
