Back
We are back.
Back to school.
Back from the blissful summer that ended too soon.
Back to work.
Back to waking up at the cah-rack of dawn.
Back to homework, packing lunches, and sports schedules.
Back to making it through hunting season.
Back to running. On the treadmill. In my garage. (I don't like people to watch me run. I can feel my booty jiggle when I do, and I'm NOT back to not caring about that.)
Back to wearing real clothes and not stretchy pants all day.
Back to sleeping with the windows open at night because the cool evening air is perfect for just such a thing.
Back to attempting to be organized and on a schedule.
Back to late night washing machine cycles because the kids "forget" to wash their clothes earlier in the day and they MUST have them washed to wear the next day or their whole social and school career will be over because they wore the wrong shorts with the right shirt. Or whatever.
Back to solving silly sibling wars. (Although these never really went away. We are just always back at it.)
Back to the daily struggle with a very strong-willed, independent 7 year old over what clothes she will and will not wear. "These pants are too baggy in the knees." "That shirt is too scratchy." "Those shoes don't match anything." And on, and on, and on. And ON.
Back to dance class and gymnastics class.
Back to Friday night football games, and cheering on our favorite defensive/offensive lineman, #65.
Back to the crazy, mad, busy, hustle and bustle of our everyday life when September begins.
And finally, back to loving every moment.
WE ARE BACK!
Back to school.
Back from the blissful summer that ended too soon.
Back to work.
Back to waking up at the cah-rack of dawn.
Back to homework, packing lunches, and sports schedules.
Back to making it through hunting season.
Back to running. On the treadmill. In my garage. (I don't like people to watch me run. I can feel my booty jiggle when I do, and I'm NOT back to not caring about that.)
Back to wearing real clothes and not stretchy pants all day.
Back to sleeping with the windows open at night because the cool evening air is perfect for just such a thing.
Back to attempting to be organized and on a schedule.
Back to late night washing machine cycles because the kids "forget" to wash their clothes earlier in the day and they MUST have them washed to wear the next day or their whole social and school career will be over because they wore the wrong shorts with the right shirt. Or whatever.
Back to solving silly sibling wars. (Although these never really went away. We are just always back at it.)
Back to the daily struggle with a very strong-willed, independent 7 year old over what clothes she will and will not wear. "These pants are too baggy in the knees." "That shirt is too scratchy." "Those shoes don't match anything." And on, and on, and on. And ON.
Back to dance class and gymnastics class.
Back to Friday night football games, and cheering on our favorite defensive/offensive lineman, #65.
Back to the crazy, mad, busy, hustle and bustle of our everyday life when September begins.
And finally, back to loving every moment.
WE ARE BACK!
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