Pancakes on the stove. Bookbags by the front door and feet running. Thirty minutes ago the little rugrats were out the door and on their way.
It's bitter sweet.
Gone are the carefree summer days of reading and hanging out at the pool. My daughter has gel in her hair (training her bangs out of the way) and my son was a little man with super manners. Soon they'll be home and after school mayhem will inslue. Homework, books, gossiup and such.
For me I have a timetable up and running where I'm going to fit my schedule in my day. So right now I'm to be picking up my house... blogging is more important. I can see my schedule going down the tube. But I'll give it go. Besides this is the first day of school. I can be more relaxed.
