You know that feeling when you've put in your two weeks' notice at a job? It's only two more weeks but they're the longest two weeks of your life and instead of doing the best job you can so as to leave a good and lasting impression you just do crappy work? And at the end of a long unproductive day you brush it off by telling yourself, "Hey, I'm leaving anyway." Well, maybe you don't. Maybe I'm just a slacker in that sense. But if you do know what I'm talking about, then you will know exactly how I've been feeling the last couple of weeks.
School starts tomorrow and I think I'm pretty safe when I say that J is ready. I know I am. While he's been telling anyone that will listen how many "sleeps" until he goes back to school; I've secretly been counting as well.
I know that I should be making these last few days of summer as memorable as can be for him, but after almost three months of summer vacation, this last stretch has been rough and as a result we haven't been playing nice lately. I'm not real sure if it's him acting up more or me just losing my patience. I don't know what it is but I do know that it's time.
At 8:29 tomorrow morning we begin a new phase in our lives and we're both excited to see what lies ahead.
By 3:17 tomorrow afternoon, I'll be ready to give him a hug and tell him how much M and I missed him throughout the day.
Good Luck in 1st grade, Buddy!
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