So I lied when I said we were going to start school on Labor Day, because on Labor Day we were here.
Actually, I didn’t lie. I changed my mind, (which is my prerogative), having decided on Friday that I wanted to go home on Sunday.
Home as in my beloved hometown.
Home as in where my heart is.
|Those boards are pieces of our kitchen floor because, really, is there a better time to begin reflooring?|
I like to think that I became Mary to my inner Martha, choosing the better portion by going home.
Home is good!
I like being home.
|Someone remembered an apple for the teacher!
Gotta love it when they schmooze.
So yes, we started today and I felt very rusty. Just ask my husband! I was all hand-wringy and self-doubty and way too way too over-caffeinated.
We made our way through and a
good educational time was had by all.
Though I may have worked some of them just a bit too hard.
Happy September! Happy Back-to-School.