The Party's Over...

I only have one more week of summer vacation left.

Blah!

I do not want to go back to school.

Actually, about 10% of me is looking forward to going back--to having a routine and not having to play referee to my kids all day every day. But then, there's the other 90% of me. That part cannot stand the idea of sending my teeny tiny little 4 year old boy off to preschool every day. That part of me doesn't want to let our awesome babysitter get all of Riley's hugs, kisses and funny quirks during the day (although, she's more than welcome to the screaming and screeching). I also hate the idea of splitting up my dynamic duo. In a week, Connor and Riley will also only get to see each other a few hours each day. I'm crying just typing that! They are best friends, and I'm so afraid that they won't be so close after a few weeks of our new arrangements.

I'm not looking forward to spending only a few waking hours in my home each day. That thought stresses me out. It's going to be so difficult to keep up with the house once we go back to school. (Although, the house somehow manages to stay much neater when people aren't there eating and playing all day every day. Hmmm.) I really detest the idea of starting the bedtime routine in the 7:00 hour rather than 8:00. I'm also not fond of the fact that the sun is setting just a teeny bit earlier every single evening.

I can't stand the fact that my summer is dwindling away.

I know that in 3 weeks or so, I'll be back to the grind. Everything will seem old hat again by then. I just wish there were a way to press the fast forward button so that I didn't have to actually live through them. Like in the movie Click. I just want to fast forward to a happier time of the school year, like May. Just kidding. But September, that's a nice month. Right?

Anyhow, say a few prayers for me as we ease into the school year. If you wanted to throw in an extra prayer about us winning the lottery so that I could avoid going back altogether, that would be okay, too.