It’s the last day before school starts here in Austin. I’m feeling….sad. But excited. Anxious. But ready.
A few nights ago Claire plainly told me she was a little nervous about school.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I’ll miss you,” she answered. She still complains that school is too long of a day. I could do without the 7:45 start time myself.
I’ll miss them too. We’ve done our best to make the most of the last week of summer. I vowed to do something fun every day, but I can’t keep up that charade. So we did plenty of fun, at the park and the pool (which had already instituted shortened hours thanks to a football practice induced lifeguard shortage). We went spent an entire day at SeaWorld Aquatica, because someone (not me) thought it closed at 8, but it really closed at 6, so then we rushed over to see the penguins before the park closed. We made banana muffins. We played outside. We snuggled.
When I was at physical therapy last week, my therapist asked if I was excited about school starting.
“Eh. Kinda. Not really.”
“I think you’re the only person who’s answered that way,” he said.
I can’t explain it. I surprise myself even with my hesitance. I mean, I’m ready. Ready for some alone time. Ready to grocery shop during the weekday daylight hours again. Ready to not hear a snack request every 10 minutes Ready to be able to clean my house without someone right behind me, undoing all of my work. But I’ll miss them terribly.