September 05, 2006
I'm Not Sure Why The Church Doesn't Count This As A Holy Day
This is the view up our dirt road...just moments before the bus came to haul my second-grader off to his first day of class:
Seeing that bus come over the horizon...well, I can almost imagine how Dachau inmates felt seeing American tanks roll towards the front gate.
Hoocher and I walked The Senator down to the bus stop, hung around until he was well on his way up the road, and headed back to The Outpost. Hoocher chased a rabbit and played Hide-and-Seek with a chipmunk. I had an hour to myself before The Governor awoke. Life is good.
Well, life is pretty good. I was looking in the PTA by-laws last night. Apparently I enlisted for a three-year term when I signed up for Secretary. I was hoping to discover my office was up for bids on an annual basis. I guess I'll be submitting a proposed by-law change at one of our next meetings. Or faking my own death...whichever is easier.
Still - I have no great reason to complain. My schedule has been vastly liberated with the onset of school. In addition to recovering the precious hour of morning solitude, I'll be gaining further me time when The Gov starts preschool in a week. Sure, I'll only net about three extra hours a week, but that's enough time to go grocery shopping without children.
Yes, fellow mothers, weep with jealousy. I fully expect to receive hate mail when I confess I just might indulge in an occasional nap.
Taunting aside, it is time for me to nag The Governor to go get dressed. We're headed *sob* to the grocery store.
An idyllic sight.
Posted by: aelfheld at September 5, 2006 12:36 PMMy wife works at the elementary school, so she is off in the summer with the kids and experiences the same feelings as them when it's time to go back. The only difference this year is that our son is now going to the Middle School. That hit my wife like a ton of bricks. She loved being accessible to the kids during the day, now her little boy is growing up and has moved on. It's the age old dilemna, where does the time go. It seems we were just singing "The wheels on the bus" song to him, over and over and over; now, he's listening to MP3's and playing the flute and piano.
Posted by: kingdavid at September 6, 2006 07:40 AMI see the sumac already is changing color out there. Not so much in St. Paul. Makes me miss life on Cedar Lake (just outside Annandale).
Well, almost.
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Posted by: Nate Bissonette at September 11, 2006 03:58 PM