Another Week (and Summer) Coming to An End…

This summer is winding down, though one wouldn’t know it by the temperatures we are experiencing. It’s supposed to be 106 degrees on more than one day next week! I see back yard sprinkler play in my little grandsons’ future, and of course for me, because I can’t let them have all the fun now, can I? *Grinning here*

This week has been a whirlwind of activity. I’m working on my stories, daughter has started a new job, and the littles have been talking nonstop about going to school. The youngest has already met his teacher but he has no concept of what that means exactly – perhaps he thinks it is a passing fancy. Little does he know that these first experiences will be taking him into adulthood, that this first teacher will shape his learning experience. Wow, when I think of it that way, I want to do something special for her!

So, along with summer vacation ending, school has started up again. No, not for me. *Both grateful and nostalgic here* My littles started school yesterday. It is the first day for my youngest grand and I don’t think he went to the bathroom at school at all yesterday, as bad as he had to go when he got home. I asked my daughter to message his teacher, just in case there’s an issue. Setting that aside, when we dropped them both off (at different schools), they both went in with no drama at all, which saddened my daughter. She had kind of hoped the youngest would be slightly clingy so that she would know he still loved her, but no, he went in, grabbed breakfast and sat down with one of the teachers, leaving us to say our good-byes on the way out. She was teary-eyed but I explained that she had done her job as a parent, teaching him confidence. Now THAT’S love.

I picked up both after their first days of school yesterday, and they had so much to tell me and talked non-stop, overlapping each other’s chatter! The four-year-old did his best to convey just how much he liked it, so the conversation was mostly about the chicken nuggets and tater tots he had for lunch. The seven-year-old had met a girl in his class, who had given him her address so he could have a sleepover with her. Wow, I did not see that one coming! I’m smiling here and trying to remember if I had gone through such an attraction when I was that young but sighing because I cannot remember that far back. I can vaguely remember a cute boy in my second-grade class and finding out he had an identical twin.

Ah, reminiscing aside, today I don’t have the littles until this afternoon, so I am regrouping and planning out my new, child-free days. There’s much to get caught up on and blogging daily will be at the top of my list. It’s best that I get that done before I finish my cup of coffee, since I know how my brain works. A hundred miles per minute, like my littles’ chatter after their first days at school.

So out for now, make it a great day on purpose!