Summer break was two looong months. In fact, it was more than two. Ten whole weeks that started to seem, especially towards the end of August, like an extended sentence for a crime no one had committed. The camps had concluded, mothers’ enthusiasm for organizing play dates had waned, and the kids’ inability to entertain themselves had us all at our wits’end. No wonder then, that all parties were equally ecstatic to wave goodbye at the bus stop. As one of my friends, a mother of three, remarked, “Just give me a break, summer break !”
Sipping my tea and ambling through posts on a moms’ group on Facebook, I read one asking for breakfast-place recommendations. After seeing off the kids, she and her husband were going out for a ‘celebratory’ brunch. What a great idea! Another mommy on the same group was asking for wine recommendations. At.noon. But hey, I’m not judging. I feel you.
As my two went off to school this morn, I hugged them, kissed the one who still allows me kissing privileges, and bolted. Couldn’t and wouldn’t wipe off that ear-to-ear grin, and barely desisted from prancing all the way home from the bus stop.
Now anyone who knows me is also aware that I am anything but a morning person. Ergo, I was amazed at my early-morning zeal.
Here’s to school year 2019-2020!