1st day of school...

The 1st morning of the new school year is always chaotic, and this year was no exception, but this one in particular was kind of bitter-sweet.  I've never been one of those teary-eyed, overly sentimental moms that sobs on the first day of school.  Even the very first first day was a sob-free morning.  But this morning The Baby's big brother went away to school, and therefore so did my helper.  Now, don't get me wrong, I'm totally going to miss having The Kid around, and not just his helping hands.  It's not about that.  It's about the fact that this was the first morning of all of them that he left the house seeming way more grown up.  He's a big brother now, and a wicked good one.  He can take on responsibilities like feeding the chickens, holding the baby, doing his laundry...

When I wrote this post back at the beginning of the Summer, I was terrified.  All of a sudden stay-at-home mother hood just got real.  What on Earth was I going to do to entertain a small boy for 2 months straight?  Well, then I blinked, we got a baby, I blinked again, and here I sit not having to worry about it again until next June, and am, quite honestly, pretty bummed about it being over.

Happy 1st day of school, Kid.  I'll be hanging out here drowning my sorrows in a pot of coffee, trying to remember how to do your laundry again...


Thanks for stopping by,
-Lindsey