One day left and then my kids go back to school.
I love my kids, I love their company. I love most of what they say and do.
I had a great Christmas, the kids were good and it was nice to get together and see everyone. It was stressful, chaotic, messy and wonderful.
Why is it then that I’m so ready for us to put the holiday behind us and get them back to school?
My Christmas stuff is (almost) all put away. I’ve got the day timer out and I am already dismayed by the amount of activities we have coming up. I’m not looking forward to ironing their uniform shirts or getting up at 6 am for school again. I’m dreading the homework battles.
But I’m still happy they’re going back.
I miss the routine. I miss the stories. I miss someone else entertaining my kids all day. There’s also the fact that every once in a while my kids actually learn something at school too.
It’s a true love-hate relationship.
Does this mean I’m having a relationship with my kids school?
Crazy that. I mean it’s bricks and mortar we’re talking about here.
If I was going to involve myself in another relationship you think I’d pick a better looking guy. Er, thing.
I am truly going a little batty these days.