Yes. 16 days from now we'll all be standing in line waiting to meet this year's teacher. Hoping our little ones didn't forget their #2 pencils, or Crayola Twistables. Worrying that our big ones will forget their locker combinations, or have a run in with a man-sized 8th grader on their first day of middle school.
All the kids will look nice and tidy in their new clothes with their hair done just right. All the dads will be carrying bags filled with supplies, which cost roughly the same as the national debt. The teachers will be cheerful. The classrooms will be clean (at least for the first minute or so). The Pinterest moms will be greeting each other, excited to plan the first class party of the year.
I will be on my 4th or 5th cup of coffee. I'll probably still be in my pajamas, or maybe my gym clothes if I'm feeling fancy. My messy hair will likely be shoved under a Colts hat. With any luck though, I'll be wearing matching shoes. Mornings aren't really my thing. Especially on the first day of school.
The first day of school is not my favorite day. I think that's because I am not particularly thrilled about my kids getting older. I was perfectly happy when they were 2 and 5. They were cute. They thought I was amazing. And, I understood their pre-k and kindergarten math homework. Everything was magical. At least that's how I remember it.
Now I'm dealing with 3rd and 6th graders. Every year they age, I'm a little more out of my element. Their math is difficult. They no longer think I'm that amazing. In fact, I secretly think that sometimes...every once in a while...they find me annoying. I know, it's hard to believe.
Even though they (very infrequently, I'm sure) find me annoying, I love having the kids home for the summer. Though they fight with each other as naturally as they draw breath, I'm not in a hurry to send them back to the academic salt mines. I'll miss the monsters. But it will be nice to go to Target without them.