I'm usually far more organized about school starting than I am this year. In previous years, the weekend before school starts is full of hanging out time. We try to do the most vegging out possible and just relax because we know in just a matter of hours, everything in our lives is going to get hectic and start revolving more around schedules and due dates and chaos instead of, oh I don't know, sleeping.
I live a little vicariously through my daughters during the summer. When Amanda calls me at ten with her sleepy I-just-woke-up voice on, I can picture her still laying in bed with her hair all messed up, buried under her comforter. And really the only reason she is awake is because a little seven year old girl has climbed into her bed with her and poked her repeatedly in the side of the head until she woke up.
I envy them that but also I am glad that they have it.
The whirlwind of activity that used to be involved in getting the girls up on a Summer morning at six so they could go to daycare ended last Summer and I vowed that I would try and make sure that they wouldn't have to do it again.
They love Summer.
They love to be able to sleep until ten.
They love just hanging out at the house bumming around and goofing off.
And who wouldn't?
On the days where no one calls to tell me what a buttface their sister is being and I get home to find them sprawled out on the couch watching iCarly in their pajamas at five-thirty, I think I am doing something right.
Sure, they may have overlooked the act of brushing their teeth that day but look how happy they are. They just get to be pals and their stress level indicator is totally on zero.
Monday, that stress level indicator device is going to say WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? as school starts and their pajamas stop being every day wear.
We will be back in the world of homework, band practice, after school sports, theater, packed lunches, friends, bus schedules, gym clothes, lunch money, brushing hair and knowing where our shoes are.
It's going to be nuts.
And I feel a little bad that instead of us having this weekend to veg out together, we are going to be in San Antonio fighting through the throngs of shoppers that either put off their school shopping until the last minute or are out taking advantage of the tax free weekend.
Summer is over.
And while I won't miss the heat, I will miss the mellow vibe we've had going on.
Second, sixth and seventh grade? Here we come.

Labels: Amanda, Being Mommy, Emilee, Triniti