Summer’s over and second grade is here.  Lunches were packed for the week, laundry all done, school supplies packed up to go. We’re back to the bedtime routine…that one’s going to be hard for the little night owl to adjust to. I’m dreading seeing what the homework schedule is like for this teacher.

I’m waiting on the edge of my seat to hear about how he found his room and what his class is like. He left this morning with room number he’d written on his hand, so cute. It’s one of those days I wish he was old enough for a cell phone. He’s not, he says he will be at fourteen. So until then I’ll have to wait all day for the details.

I survived a whole week with him gone at the lake. Surprisingly, I got a lot done and really missed him. He wasn’t homesick but was pretty excited for school. Once he settled back in, got out the necessary post-grandma tantrum, sent himself to his room in a stomp, played legos in there longer than any time I would’ve made him stay, and came out renewed – we were good.