'Almost school' means I'm writing out homework charts, and filling out plan books. It means increased exposure to yards and yards of lamination. It means several STAPLES-runs in a day for more binder clips, and punching out new cardboard alphabet letters (which is the most monotonous and neverending task...especially when you pick up three-to-five packs at the TeacherStore like an idiot).
'Almost school' means increased anxiety about what to teach these kids, and the impulse purchase of a crapload of brightly-colored workbooks in an attempt to ease some it. It means triple hole-punch, velcro like crazy, and cupcake cutouts.
'Almost school' around here means questioning whether or not I will have time for my crafting and myself? I've been blogging like I'm expecting to wish it goodbye. ...like I'm sending this hobby-love of mine off to war.
'Almost school' means September is coming, and Dangnamit! I felt the chill in the air this week. It means dressing for cooler weather; it means new TOMS and retrieving last year's baggy sweaters from the back of the closet.
'Almost school' means getting my body phased out of summer routines. I'm re-going to WeightWatchers meetings, tracking points, and NOT shovelling everything I see into my pie-hole. It means getting used to going to bed earlier and waking up earlier. It means being in bed with a book at 10 o'clock on a Friday night. ...and that book is Judy Moody (planning to be the first read aloud of the year).
'Almost school' means getting sentimental about my time with the boops. I'm realizing that my two kitty boops are going to be MORE depressed than I that I'm going back to work.
...and I'm going to be pretty depressed. I'm going to miss my alarmless mornings, my craftroom time, my midday walks to the grocery store, and waking up from an afternoon nap without a single thing on my mind except what's for dinner.
It's almost school, everybody.
What am I gonna do?