Both my girls are in school now: a 4th grader and a kindergartener. While I have occasionally gotten teary eyed over that first week of school, realizing they are growing up and not so little anymore, this year is different. Something feels weird. Throughout Monday I was trying to figure out what felt off. Then it hit me. Normally our summers are filled with visits to the pool, crafts and activities, movies, and lots of fun. Unfortunately, this summer was hot and we seemed to spend a lot of it dealing with insurance companies and third parties in the wake of the June 21 hail storm. We didn’t have our usual two weeks of “practice” prior to the first day of school when we work on getting to bed earlier, waking with an alarm, playing school, using the new backpacks and lunchbags. AND even though both my girls are in school, I have still been running around like a chicken with its head cut off dealing with insurance companies (a few things still weren’t quite right with my car which also delayed getting started with the roof).
Maybe next week I can enjoy some me time—watch a movie, read, window shop, go out to lunch—all by myself. For now I’ll try to smile as my girls play out “car accidents” and have to take their vehicles to Progressive. I wonder what they’ll play out when the roofers start.