Tomorrow is the end of summer by my definition. I know that the calendar says that we have a few more weeks until the autumnal equinox, but does it really matter that some day in late September has equal hours of daylight and dark?
Tuesday morning is the start of school in our house. Holton-Arms, my daughter's school, starts a little later than most. I know that we were lucky to have a few days of extra freedom since the public schools around here started a week ago, and my husband's grandchildren started school in Atlanta three weeks ago.
On Tuesday morning the alarm will go off and nine months of homework and stress will start all over again. My daughter is a sophomore this year, and I am beginning to treasure the few remaining days left until she leaves for college.
She is all ready for tomorrow - her hair is freshly washed and blow dried. Her clothes are laid out - if you can call a school uniform clothes! Is there anything lovelier than a fifteen year old girl? I think she is looking forward to starting back to school since the summer begins to drag on once August is gone.
I think about all the times that I have juggled work and mom time this summer - grateful for the time with her and frustrated at the conflict that took me away from necessary phone calls and appointments. Now the conflict is over and I miss the time with her already. I guess i just have to look forward to next summer.
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