As school was approaching, I started to feel a bit guilty. I was so worn out from my kids this summer, that I was so happy school was starting. I was tired of the whining, the fighting, the constant; I am bored statements. I was even thinking of changing my name from "Mom" to anything my kids could not repeat over and over again all day long.
Do not get me wrong, I love my children, but summer was a bit challenging by the end. I am going to believe I was not the only one out there; that had all these dreams and visions of this awesome summer;'where we did fun things and everyone played great. Well, that only lasts half the summer, then the kids flip and I flip and well, lets just say I am glad school started.
Like I said, I felt guilty. I mean, how many more years will my son want to be with me? How many more years will he let me hold his hand as we walk up to Meet and Greet at school? How long will he tell me I am the only girl, he loves? Hopefully, a whole lot longer; boys and girls stress me out, but that is for a future conversation (hopefully years from now). I can live in denial for a while.
He loves his teacher and class this year! Carter has an amazing new teacher this year, which I am excited about. He has some friends from last year in his class again this year and he will soon have a whole bunch of new friends.
I actually did not take Carter on his first day of school. Larry has been out of town so much, that Carter just wanted Larry to take him. However, when I asked Larry how it went, he said Carter did not want him to walk in with him. It was the first day of school! Has it already started?
Maybe it has a little, but he still at the age where girls are just friends (thank goodness). He was telling me, that his friend was, "girl trapped, " meaning he had a girl on either side of him during lunch. The boy said, I know know, with that face like, this is horrible. I know someday, the boys will want to be "girl trapped" but I am thankful it is not now.
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