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Fare Thee Well, Summer!

Tomorrow is our last very first day of school.  We've been running and gunning to get ready and fit in a few last-minute memories before Summer bids adieu.  A quick fishing trip proved exciting as the pink Barbie fishing pole outfished all the others.  A trip to the drive-in movie theater to see Planes was an exciting, if incredibly late event.  Clothing, supplies, lunch stuff - everything has been stocked and ready for the transition from the care-free days of Summer to the lock-step schedule of the School Year.

Little Sunshine starts her educational career off as a big girl in Kindergarten.  Of course, we're excited for her.  Of course, we're a little scared of what will be reported back to us.  Of course, we're a little worried that our offspring will be the reason another good teacher decides to retire.

Number One Son is already plotting - I hear evil laughter coming from his room.  When I bellow out a "What are you doing?!?!" He bellows back with "Just plotting.  That teacher better have her riot gear on!"  This does not bode well.

It should be an interesting year.  We're transferring Jake and starting Emma at the same school where El Hubbo teaches.  This way, when our children recruit their classmates to join in the revolution, El Hubbo can immediately take up arms with the opposition and keep the would-be dictators from wreaking too much havoc.  As I will no longer be the primary prisoner transport officer, I plan to laugh and skip my way to the car each morning and enjoy a leisurely, screaming-fight-free trip to work, where I shall arrive with a smile on my face, my hair still in place, and ready to meet the challenges of my paying gig.  In other words, I'm ready to see how El Hubbo has felt for the past seven years.  WOO HOO!  I am wagering it will only take 2.5 days of early morning mayhem or afternoon drama to push El Hubbo over the brink of sanity.  I've got the little guys with white labcoats and special jackets on standby just for him.  

This should be fun.  The lunches are almost packed, first day outfits are laid out, the school supplies are neatly stowed in the brand-new backpacks, and the kids were put to bed early.  (Hey, revolutionaries need their rest.)  El Hubbo and I are winding down and straightening the house in preparation for the madness of the morning.  There will be lunches to finish packing, hair to braid, pictures to take, and tears to wipe up (mine and El Hubbo's).

Fare thee well, Summer!  Bring on the School Year!

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