My first day...

While they started back at school on Tuesday, I had a busy agenda that kept me out of the house the past two days. So today is my first day of being home alone for a few hours. Oh, the silence is ever so sweet and I'm finding myself very motivated to tend to the tasks of the day. So far I've
*De-cluttered the Things' rooms.
*hauled 3 laundry baskets full of toys back downstairs. Somehow all these items had drifted upstairs over the course of their track off/summer break.
*started the 3rd load of laundry and run the dishwasher for the second time (I forgot to run it yesterday so things piled up).
*cleaned out the fridge of stuff that really needed to be tossed awhile back.
*picked up the basement (and if you had seen it, you'd realize what a chore that was all by itself). Had I not tended to this disaster zone, I suspect Hubby was about to call the health department on me.

And now I"m treating myself to a blog break...

The start of school has been rather uneventful. And after so many years of eventful, I welcome the smooth transition into new grades with new classmates and new teachers.

I truly savored the words of Thing One when he said "Mom, I'm in fourth grade now, I think I can find my class by myself. I'll meet you here at the van after school, OK?" (yep, he even had that pre-teen 'tude going). He is growing up, becoming independent and that makes me just so very proud...for him and for all of us that have helped him get to this point.

Over the years, I have struggled to imagine him as a grown up, living on his own, being his own person. It just wasn't something I could do given his assortment of quirks. Now? I can easily imagine him all grown up and think this is all happening too fast. Trying to savor his school boy ways for I really fear he'll be all grown up before I know it.
See, I keep telling you there is no making me happy....(not really, I'm pretty darn happy these days)