Today, Avery returned to school. He was void of extreme emotion about this. He didn't seem excited or nervous or bummed or anything. He's pretty easy. His only concern was punctuality.
Tomorrow is Miles' first day of school. Honestly, I'm not that emotional about all this. I mean, I've been with my kids almost nonstop all Summer. Do I have in-town grandparents who come to the rescue? Nope. Have I used a babysitter ONCE during the daytime this summer? Absolutely not. I think the biggest break I had from being a Mom was the day of Joy's birthday when my dear friend Allison and her husband took the kids for eight hours. The last time Brent and I spent 24 hours alone was FOUR YEARS AGO. I'll be honest:
I'm pretty burned out.
So, how could I conjure tears for this beautiful thing called, "school"???
Today at Miles' orientation, the teacher said, "Oh, tomorrow, when you drop Miles off, please stick around for a few minutes. I have a book that I like to read to the students and their parents on the first day of school."
At the mention of this my eyes welled with tears. "Don't worry," she said, "I have Kleenex boxes all over the room."