Well, one week from tomorrow, but today is half done, so I'll round down. One of my "friends" on Facebook is sad that her kids are starting back to school today. When people say things like that, I'm instantly convicted by my self centered ways, leaving me feeling like a horrible mother. If I weren't such a selfish person, perhaps I wouldn't be rejoicing over the start of another school year. I can't help it; I love my kid, but I also adore quiet time. As bad as I feel for eagerly anticipating September 8th's arrival, I know I'm not alone. Lots of other moms are doing the same. School is great, for kids and parents alike. As I see it, the only downsides to the school year are: having to get up early every morning, packing lunches and the abundance of germs in the classroom. Honestly, the germ issue is the only one that seriously concerns me. No surprise there.
The summer has flown by; the month of July, in particular, is a complete blur. It's cliche, I know, but I really don't know where the time goes. Wednesday at noon, we'll walk down to the school and see who Caroline's second grade teacher will be. My neighbor told me the other day that she has her fingers crossed that Caroline will get Mrs. Fay. Mrs. Fay's daughter baby sat my neighbor's kids this year and according to them, Mrs. Fay is wonderful. And, much to Caroline's delight, she is a teacher who does not believe in homework. Music to the ears of any normal seven year old.
Last year we didn't know anyone and didn't have a reference point regarding the teachers at Caroline's school. She lucked out and had a wonderful first grade year; hopefully second grade will be as successful.
Deep down, Caroline is excited to start back up. She'll miss playing non stop for 12 hours a day, sure, but she's still young and eager and excited to learn. Or maybe I'm just saying this to make myself feel better for wanting her to go back to school like, um, last
I'm really not saying anything redeeming here to make me feel/sound like less of a horrible mother, huh? Oh well, I'll just add it to the ever growing list of contributing factors to my mom guilt.
The truth is, next Tuesday, I'll come home to an empty, quiet and orderly house and wonder what to do with myself. No afternoon trips to the pool, no smoothies to make for the neighborhood girls, no Legos haphazardly strewn about the living room floor, no slamming doors, no questions regarding the whereabouts of bike helmets and Wii remotes and no demands for snacks every hour on the hour. That is, however, until 3:05 chimes on the clock and the chaos begins once again. I shouldn't feel bad, right? School doesn't totally put the kibosh on Caroline's fun loving lifestyle.
It merely stifles it ever so slightly.