Today is a beautiful day.
My kids went back to school.
What? I’m just making some statements.
Who says those two statements have anything to do with one another? Hmm?
Okay, maybe they do a little. *sheepish grin*
This morning as my 9 year old was getting ready to head out the door he says to me, “Are you going to miss us today mom?”
And I did what any good mother would do, I said, “Of course!”
Then I pretended to cry and pulled him into my arms as if I’d never let him go.
About five minutes later he says to me, “I don’t think you’ll miss us.”
“What?! Why would you say that?!” I said with shock on my face (I’m a pretty good actress if’n I do say so myself).
“Because the other day at Walmart you said you needed to get stuff for our lunches and then you laughed and rubbed your hands together like you couldn’t wait for us to go back to school.”
“Ohhhh? Did I?? Hmm.”
Technically I threw my head back, let out a big evil laugh, rubbed my hands together and made a small scene in the middle of Walmart.
Remind me to be less dramatic in front of them, mkay? Apparently they are old enough to pick up on things now.
Anyway, truth be told I will miss them.
A teensy, weensy, little bit.
But at least there will be SOME missing going on.
And okay, I’ll admit it. I do love their school. It gives me six hours of freedom. And boy do I enjoy every bit of those six hours. Does that make me a bad mom? Shoot no! It makes me a REAL mom.