My new school year anxiety has reached a fever pitch. I was unable to sleep last night because my mind was spinning with all of the possibilities of the upcoming school year. Outwardly I look excited and optimistic about the coming year. Inside I feel like I am in a war with memories that have sadistically morphed with time.
This morning Timmy begins Third grade and Robby begins his Senior year. Gulp! I look at Robby and I can't believe that he is a Senior. In a few months he will be 18 and legally a man. When I think of that I begin to panic because, to be completely honest, I don't think he will be ready to be a legal adult. I suppose that rabbit hole is a topic to explore in a different post.
I spent the majority of the weekend preparing Timmy's room for the school year. A new desk has been assembled and installed, and all of his supplies have been replenished and organized. Cleaning out his room created a domino effect which forced me to also clean out my hall closet and my dining room shelves. It was a lot of work, but he will start this school year organized and ready to go.
Ready or not, school is about to begin. Wish us luck!
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