This is the only day of the year that the girls are ready to march out the door two hours before school opens. Breakfast eaten, dressed in appropriate clothes, backpacks packed to bursting their zippers, teeth and hair brushed. They are waiting for me to say those immortal words, "It's time."As the school year shuffles forward those same words will be spoken to the back of an unbrushed head as it races to find the misplaced homework, or snack for before the 12:55 lunch slot. Whining will ensue... with the dire request to, "Help Me!"
Well that was last year. We've had a summer of growing, so maybe the smooth summer sailing will skip right into fall.
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