Do you know how when you’re traveling to the beach you get to a certain point where you can smell the beach before you actually arrive?

And do you know how when you’re starving and dinner’s not quite done, but you can taste it already?

That’s how I feel about the fact that school starts on Monday.

MONDAY.

I have never been so freaking excited about a Monday rolling around in my life.

Ever.

The school supplies are purchased and delivered the the respective classrooms and lockers.  Orientations and Back to School nights have been completed.

First day of school outfits have been selected.

And the kids are with their dad for the rest of the weekend.

But with the first day of school comes Samara’s 9th birthday.

The big 9… her last year in the single digits and so this weekend I have to bake go to Kroger and buy 24 cupcakes.

I thought about baking them.  I WANT to bake them, but with the last few weeks being like they have, I’m going to go and buy them and not feel guilty even though I know that she’s going to have a COW when she realizes that I am not baking them.

Hence the reason I’m doing it while she is at her father’s.

I’m smart like that.

This is not the first time that Samara has returned to school on her birthday.  The last time though was so traumatic. It was the first day of kindergarten.  She was so afraid that NO ONE would wish her a happy birthday but as it turns out, they did.

And I made sure to tell her BOY teacher (she’s not happy about this) that it was her birthday.

And now that she’s arriving on her birthday AND with a broken bone, I’m sure that they will roll out the red carpet… or something like that.

And Matthew?

Well, his orientation was yesterday and I have to say that the nervousness that I had is gone.  They switched classes and afterwards I asked him who his home room teacher was.

He smiled and said, “Well.  I was in two different homerooms before I found mine.”

Asking him to explain, he continued… “Well, I went in the hall when they called my name and there were two groups.  I went with the one that I thought that I was supposed to go with.  And then I got lost.  So I asked two cheerleaders who were in the hall and they took me to the room.  And then the teacher goes, ‘who’s name didn’t i call’ and when I told him mine, he said i was in the wrong room and pointed me to another room… which wasn’t my room, but the next one down was.  So I got there right as they were all going to learn to open their lockers.”

And he laughed through all of this.

A year ago?  A huge meltdown would’ve happened right there in the halls of Hidden Valley Middle School.

I think we’re going to have a good year…

and it’s so close….

so close…

I can actually hear the peace and quiet from the hours of 8-2.

Until next time…

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