To early bedtimes.
Alarm clocks ringing.
Form after form to sign.
Meetings to attend.
Homework.
Progress reports.
Grade cards.
Groundings.
Lectures on life.
I made a remark to a mom the other day that I was looking forward to the first day of school. A slight twinge of guilt drifted through the air when she said, "Not me. I wish I had them home longer."
Really? I mean, I love my kids. There's no doubting that. I enjoy their company and their humor and their insatiable appetite for anything edible. But I also like quiet. And non-bored faces.
All good things must come to an end. For this moment, that thing is summer vacation. I will be the one giving my husband a high-five when the last one is dropped off at school Monday morning. Don't hate me. Rejoice with me, if even for a short time.
We all know I'll be complaining about car lines by Thursday.
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