Sharpened pencils? Check. New boxes of crayons and map colors? Check. Bottle of glue? Check. Ruler? Scissors? Eraser? Check, check, check. Spirals and binders and dividers and paper? Check times four. Pens? Check.
Yes, today was the day I have been looking forward to for at least two weeks. Back to school. The big one to 5th grade, with changing rooms for a couple of classes and getting to be the big kids on campus. The little one to 2nd grade away from the comfort of our most favorite first grade teacher in the whole entire universe.
And I have been anxiously waiting this Monday morning. The Texas Legislature deemed two more weeks of summer must be forced upon us all, decreeing that Texas public schools could not start before this week. Something about migrant workers coming in late. (Which may be entirely plausible in some areas. Not so for our little southern school.) Justify it however - the tourism lobby won this match. But I digress.
We did not use our two extra weeks of summer to work migrantly, although we have been picking cotton. We used one day of it to be touristy by hanging out at the Institute of Texan Cultures. The rest of the time? Bickering and arguing and fighting and threatening to hit one's brother where one should really not be hitting one's brother. Back and forth, picking and nitpicking and picking some more.
After a very uneventful first day of school moment, I took my little self to breakfast and shopping with my friend Melissa, who has also been driven nuts these past two weeks with her kids who were also bickering and arguing and fighting. We made it through breakfast without once having to raise our voices, or demand an apology, and separate anyone. Heavenly!
Here's the boys as we headed off to school this morning:
Yes, I know it is blurry of the boys. Where is the focus point in this picture anyhow? Ugh! Bad photographer moment.
The rumor about our house this morning is that we are going back to work. Back to the field. Back to the combine. Back to cutting grain. Today. Cheers erupt!
This summer week will be full of activity. Jackson's cousin (and I say Jackson's because of the way these two get along) Sam is coming to Texas from Chicago. What will we do with this city boy? A little gulf beach, a humongous Lexington, and a little farm are on the list. Hope he and his mom don't melt!
The boys are then going with their local cousins Trent and Jillian back to the Frio to do a little floating. And I pray we continue to cut grain.