It’s back to school time. Keeping up with the internets, I feel like we must be the last school in the nation to start, but start we did. We celebrated with a quick photo before leaving in the morning and an ice cream cone at the end of the day but otherwise kept it pretty low key. I know some families do well with big celebrations and excitement, but we seem to do better when we just kind of roll into new routines as if they are no big deal.
Don’t get me wrong, having a first grader and a preschooler has definitely been a big deal to me. I’m not rocking babies or chasing after toddlers or juggling nap times with errands. My kids are growing up and entering a new phase and I’d be lying if I don’t stop, tear up, and gasp at just how fast this last season has gone. And knowing how fast it goes, I’m dealing with the fact that next year both of my kids will be in school. Full-time. And I will be home.
So I’ve done what any sane woman does when her career path changes – I’ve started the application process to go back to school myself. I’m hoping that next fall when my kids are heading to their classrooms, I’ll be hitting the books as well. I’m excited and nervous and writing an application essay and studying for my GRE. Good stuff.
Here’s the answers to this year’s Q&A
Well all I have to say to that is try to persuade her to find a different career path to follow. It is too dangerous, too many days gone from your family, too, too, much in all categories. I would rather see her drive monster trucks with A!