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Back to School!

I knew when the school year got rolling again, my Summer of Blogging & Baking would subsequently draw to a close. While I hope to keep doing some of both, my schedule may make them a little more sporadic. The transition has already begun. The weather has cooled a bit (please, PLEASE STAY, Moderate Temps!) and bags filled with Elmer’s glue and college-ruled paper and shiny, sharp crayons are sitting on our kitchen table. What is it about new crayons that inspires both creativity and destruction? Must break.peel.dull.lose the black.

I headed over to campus today to pick up my own books for the semester. FYI -$300 for THREE {3!!!!} USED books = rapid breathing in a paper sack.  I was immediately swarmed by nervous parents (silently wondering when they became an OLD) and their earnest progeny lugging laundry baskets into beige dorm rooms. (I remember that day like it was yesterday. My roommate was a botany major who dressed up as a lichen for Halloween. We didn’t last.)

Somehow, I managed to not get hit in the head by a free frisbee!! as I made my way up the accessible ramp with Hugo in his stroller. “Excuse me, Motivated Older Person coming through!” (I promise I won’t be sitting in the front row of your classes, raising my hand to share any life experiences I deem relevant to the lecture. But that will FOR SURE be some other MOP.)

Honestly, as much I like having an empty agenda, I’m ready for a little routine again. Mostly, I’m ready for the kids to go away during the day. Does that sound jerky to you? Try walking into a room ten times a day to find several people lazing about in their pajamas surrounded by piles of dirty laundry, mismatched shoes, paper plates, Legos, pop cans, assorted food wrappers, and several electronic devices…people who also react in a manner both shocked and offended when asked what the hell they are doing with their lives.  Perhaps, instead of seeing me as an unreasonable nag, you could THANK ME for saving you from being found a month from now, dehydrated behind the couch like a cat on Hoarders. I honestly don’t think I could last another week. In the words of Ricky Bobby, “Help me Jesus! Help me Jewish God! Help me Allah! Help me Tom Cruise!” 72 hours and counting before they get back to the book-learnin’ routine – classes, sports, friends, coaches, and teachers (BLESS YOU A MILLION TIMES, SAINTLY TEACHERS).

I’m ready for homework myself and a little adult conversation. And several times a week showers…like Oprah or something.  And crisp Saturday morning soccer games with pumpkin spice lattes. College football. Leaves. Sweaters. Chili in the crockpot.

On that note, a favorite:

“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.” – George Eliot

Nothing says back-to-school like clean shoes that fit. Henry is now in a 10.5 - bigger than Dad!
Nothing says back-to-school like clean shoes that fit. Henry is now in a 10.5 – bigger than Dad!