First Day of School

It’s always bittersweet, the First Day of School. I love summertime. I love lazy mornings and afternoons at the pool. I love long days and waking up to daylight at 5:30 AM. But I also like the structure that the school year brings, and I’m more than ready to get back onto a predictable schedule.

However, I am NOT ready to give up the warmth of summer, and I can already feel a touch of fall in the air today.

It’s as if nature knew this was the first day of school. I woke up to a brisk breeze fluttering my bedroom curtains and threw on a sweatshirt before I went downstairs to greet the morning (and my Keurig.) The kids were groggy, unused to being roused before their bodies willed themselves awake. I insisted on showers all around, and they showed up at the breakfast table with wet heads and freshly scrubbed faces.

Still not quite in the school year rhythm, we rushed through breakfast, and I hurried them outside for the obligatory First Day of School photos before herding them off to the bus stop.

My five-year-old was left behind, as she is signed up for Afternoon Kindergarten and isn’t due at school until 12:15. She’s been wandering around aimlessly this morning, not sure what to do with herself with her regular playmates off at school, and has me re-thinking my plan to keep her home in the mornings. We may need to sign up for some classes or schedule some regular play dates. Or maybe she’ll adjust after a few days, and I’ll be able to work while she putters around.

Meanwhile, I am trying to get myself acclimated to a new schedule and figure out how I’m going to keep everyone organized.

I have a kindergartener, a third grader and a sixth grader this year. I’m not entirely sure how that happened. While I don’t exactly miss wiping bottoms and noses, I wouldn’t mind turning back the clock — just for a day or two. I’d probably be eager to return to these grade-school years if I got a reality check, but right now I’d do just about anything to nuzzle a downy newborn head and breathe in the sweet scent of baby just one more time.

I’m told these are the golden years, that I’ve got it good right now and I should enjoy every minute of it. I’m going to try to do just that. Starting with grabbing a 3rd cup of coffee and typing up a chore chart and homework checklist. Maybe if I keep pretending to be organized, someday it will actually take.