What can I say? I just adore new, unsharpened pencils. (why is this? Is it the romanticism of untapped potential?) I love clean new composition notebooks. I love buying new backpacks and lunch boxes. We now have in our house tons of glue sticks and colored pencils (the twistable kind, which I didn't know existed until they were required this year. Very cool, this twistable colored pencil thing.). Every sense of me feels these collections of school supplies with the same anticipation I felt when my mom went with me to buy all the necessary items for my elementary school days. These sensory memories are forever bored into my psyche.
The beginning of school here is eminent. (as in, this coming Tuesday, 6 days from today). We still have a lot of school shopping to do. I can't find the black and white speckled composition notebooks ANYWHERE (and E needs 7 of them and they must be black and white). E still needs a lunchbox, and Q needs - well - just about everything since we only got his supply list tonight. I've had a weird work week because I needed time to prepare for my first PTA board meeting (as president) and had to speak to all the elementary school teachers today at their luncheon (and convince them that becoming a PTA member was the best thing since sliced bread). OK. Pause for a
REALITY CHECK!!!!When did I (meaning me, myself) become a freakin' PTA president? Seriously. Me? Does anyone who really knows me feel comfortable with this?
Then my son had his open house tonight. At his new school. Which is a Middle School. Which is not an Elementary School. Which makes me hyperventilate.
My daughter has her open house tomorrow. Which thank the universe is still at elementary school, which keeps me sane. And she has the same teacher my son had in 3rd grade, whom he absolutely loved and became a vegetarian for (only briefly - he loved hot dogs more) , and whom my daughter has been CERTAIN she would have when she reached 3rd grade. And as always, she was right.
I bought Q a calculator tonight. (The specific and exact correct brand required by this state). I am beginning to sense the smell of campfires and the burning of leaves burning and pumpkin pie. E has joined Girl Scouts and participates in her first GS activity on Saturday. School is starting, which means a "new year" is starting, which means fall is peeking around the corner at me, which means the seasons continue to turn and turn. And it also means that time continues to march onward. Children whom you put on the bus for Kindergarten just a split second ago are suddenly in the hormonal throes of Middle School. And this is something that makes me happy and sad at the same time.
Smell the change of seasons. Life it good.