It's Over

It's over. Summer is officially ended. Tomorrow morning is the first day of a new school year. What is wrong with me? Just typing those words, I can feel the sting of tears in my eyes. I miss my kids already.

It just doesn't seem possible, but I know when the alarm goes off at 5:45a.m. tomorrow morning, it will be all too real. I didn't make a single breakfast all summer long, but tomorrow, I will dutifully make the girls breakfast. I will pack their lunches in lunch boxes (or paper sacks, depending on their temperaments.)

Wait, is it really possible that I only have 2 children still in school? (The college ones don't count.) Only 2 lunches to make? When did this happen?

I have always driven my children to school, but this afternoon there was a discussion about this. My youngest wanted to ride the bus. So HH and Sb got into an argument about me driving or riding the bus. "Why can't one of you ride the bus and one ride with me?" I offered. But for some reason, this wasn't quite good enough. In the end, this suggestion was accepted. So, I will drop HH off at the bus stop at 6:45a.m., the proceed on to her school to drop off SB. Now that I think about it, it does seem a bit funny.

Well, now I must go lay out the fixings for lunch. Chips in a baggie, fruit, veggies or salad in containers in the 'fridge. And what is a lunch without a dessert? I bought each a brand new water bottle and have already half-filled them with water and put them in the freezer. If I get the chicken salad made, I will only have to assemble the sandwiches in the morning and then place everything in the boxes or bags and off they will go. I'm going to miss them.