I am counting down the days until school starts. TWELVE.
It’s too many.
TWELVE. It’s too many to count on my fingers.
Think of me what you will, but I am over the summer.
(What I am NOT over, however, is the warm weather. So, Toronto, please to take away this 57 degree crap and bring back the 80s for a little while. Okay? Thanks. My sundresses appreciate it.)
(I mean, judging by the amount of leggings andÂ fluorescentsÂ I see walking around, you certainly brought back to 80s…)
You see, the summer owes the Martells nothing. June was spent in Camp Rock and Art camp and Sports camp and eating lots of ice cream. It was also spent in Myrtle Beach. July was spent in Camp Mommy and eating lots of ice cream. It was also spent at my mom’s house in Wisconsin. August was spent in Dance camp and Sports camp and eating lots of ice cream. It was also spent at our new house in Toronto. It has been filled with day trips and adventures and fun and friends and, of course, ice cream.
I am done.
I need routines and BED TIMES and early dinners and even though there are some not-as-lovely things about school (*cough* carpool *cough* homework *cough*) it’s still so much better than what we’ve got going on over here.
It’s madness. Even the kids want to go back to school.
I swear. They are READY.
We’ve done almost all of our school shopping.
We’ve gotten each of them a first-day-of-school outfit (WAH. I miss uniforms SO HARD) although by the looks of the temperatures, they may need parkas for the first day of school.
We’ve gotten freshly shorn.
(He wanted the Â Chad Dylan CooperÂ meets Luke Skywalker)
And this little one got her first-ever haircut. It was more like, hair trim, as we really only gave in because the poor soon-t0-be kindergartener was super jealous of her brother and sister and went all Veruca Salt on us, “Daddy but I WANT A HAIRCUT NOW. AND AN OOMPA LOOMPA!” Also, how could you say no to this face?
We are ready.
Bring on the carpool. I can take it.