After a summer well-spent, we’re back to school. Thank goodness! We loved our break, we fully relaxed and enjoyed ourselves and we took an amazing 2.5 week trip back to America, but after 10 weeks off, every last one of us was in need of some structure and time apart.
Summer vacation is always lovely and much-needed, but by the end of August the kids have had too much togetherness and they can’t go thirty minutes without bickering. They’re sick of each other and they need to see their friends. I’m done with making snacks and lunches and reminding them to clean up after themselves and mediating arguments over stupid things. I’m tired of spending hundreds of dollars on food every week only to have them all descend like locusts and eat it all in a day, or be told that, despite the full pantry and fridge, there’s nothing to eat.
We were all ready for school to start. Clearly.
The children go into this year in a completely different frame of mind compared to last fall. No longer the new kids, no longer unsure what to expect, they were all counting down the days in anticipation of getting back. Unlike years past, they were truly excited to be starting back in school. They couldn’t wait to see their friends, get started on their sports teams, find out which teachers they have for what subjects, compare holiday adventures, and get back into the swing of it all.
I am also excited, because, like the kids, I’m no longer doing things for the first time, unsure of how it will all go. It felt lovely to walk into the school yesterday morning and greet so many familiar faces, to chat about the summer holidays and upcoming sports matches, to arrange coffee dates with other moms. I think I’m looking forward to this year even more than the kids.
With a full year behind us and at least that long ahead of us, we’re in a groove and I like it. Long may it last!