With just a couple of weeks to go, the countdown to the first day of school has started. It's the day all mothers look forward to, the day they bustle the children off to school. The Girl asked me why I was so excited about it, what do I get out of it?
"Six hours a day, all to myself", I replied.
Even though this transitional time from carefree pursuits to tightly scheduled days and homework can be downright depressing for kids, the beginning of school is an exciting time as well. I remember the thrill of new pencils and pens, the crisp, clean sheets of notebooks as yet unsullied by note-taking and doodling. There's an undercurrent of excitement in packing up the schoolbags, deciding on the exact right outfit for the first day, and hoping that this year will be better than last. For there's always that rush of organization and good intentions at the beginning of September, even if it starts to fade by November.
I know that I will miss the full house for a few days. I will worry about how they are adjusting to new classes and teachers. I will be waiting by the door when they come home.
But I will also be enjoying six hours a day, all to myself.