We just got back yesterday — just the girls and I this time — from a week at my parents’ house. While fun was had by all, I am totally fried of vacation. To recap, I’ve essentially been out of town since Memorial Day on the following trips: Tennessee, Florida, Tennessee, North Carolina, Virginia, Maryland, Delaware, and then… wait for it, Tennessee. My husband came on all of our trips except those to Tennessee.
And now I find myself staring at a postcard reminding me of the girls’ “meet the teacher day” at school — in only 2.5 weeks! Three weeks from tomorrow is the first day of school.
Last summer at this time, school couldn’t come fast enough. I was so overwhelmed with early infanthood, I couldn’t wait to send the older two off to school. Now, the advent of the new school year feels like the worst kind of betrayal. I’m just not ready to give the Big Girls up to school for 6.5 hours a day. No, I’m not nearly ready.
I’m playing around, up at skirt!