I meant to do something fun with the kids to celebrate the fact that they don’t go to school, but I’ve been on Michigan time, I guess. Apparently, Columbus kids went back to school yesterday, but I don’t have any little school kids around me all the time to remind me of these things like I did in Michigan. My nieces and nephews and little friends up north don’t start until after Labor Day, so I’ve been thinking ahead to that day. Usually, I spend the first day of school sighing with contentment and thinking about all of the running around that I would have to do as a school mom, with the lunches and the schedules and the homework and the talking to the teachers and the feeling like I have to volunteer to do crap (not that I would volunteer, I would just feel like I had to and then I’d feel bad that I didn’t and that kind of guilt weighs on a person) and the talking to other parents whom I don’t know but whose kids want to come to my house and eat my food. I only like to feed my friends’ kids. I’m suspicious of strangers’ kids and their need to eat. But I didn’t even stop to think about it on the first day of school this year and now I feel like I missed my chance to really revel in the homeschooling. Because, very soon after the first day’s contented sighing and whatnot, comes a day or two here and there when I think that maybe all of that running around that school moms have to do is pretty well worth it for 6 or 7 kid-free hours. Pretty. Well. Worth it.

Liberty just reminded me that I’m 10 minutes late for breakfast, according to our new fall schedule (breakfast at 8:15 sharp!) so I told her I’m going to put her in school if she doesn’t shut it. And then I said, “The other kids in the neighborhood got up at 6:15 and got on the bus with a Pop-Tart, so you should just be glad you got to sleep this long and that you’re getting a hot breakfast when I’m done with my blog!” She responded with, “What kind of Pop-Tart?” *sigh*

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