First day of school

I hate the first day of school.  I always have. And I feel like I hate it even more now that I am a parent.  While most parents were rejoicing this a.m. I was sulking. They took my babies away!!!  We just were getting deep into our summer groove…..we keep ‘rock star hours’ according to Chris.  Out till about 1 a.m. then sleeping in-get up and do it all over again.  (well except for Chris it’s more like home around 1 a.m. and up four hours later…but he’s such a good dad/husband he doesn’t complain) 

And we snuggle, and cuddle together in the morning and lie together in the afternoons and read. Well they read and I study their faces. I don’t ever want to forget these years…well I say that every year but I mean it.  They just keep getting so old so fast.  So they read and I get right in their faces…I pretend I’m reading with them-only I’m not.  I am taking them in-it really really pisses them off.  We looked at old baby pictures tonight and I cannot remember them as babies at all…I don’t want to forget again.  (by the way looking at those baby pics made my uterus cry….it really wants a baby-I tried to shut it up real quick!)

 And another reason I hate the first day of school is because I have to deal with THEM again..the other parents.  I HATE the other parents…and to be honest I am pretty sure they hate me too.  I don’t know why—ok I do.  While they stood this afternoon in the bright sunshine awaiting the last bell Chris and I hulked in the shade alone and bagged on all of them.  I can’t help it…I had REAL BAD pms today…and it made me laugh-I really needed to laugh…and plus some of those parents deserved it. 

Where can you find acid wash jeans anymore anyways??