First week of school is in the books. I just talked to a tired-sounding teenager who thought her first test went “okay” and who has quite a bit of homework for the weekend. After 3 months of rising at the crack of noon, that 6:30 am alarm, was an adjustment for my sophomore, and her nightshift mother, frankly, who rarely falls asleep before 2 am. We don’t say much when we wake. She stares blankly at her phone as I make breakfast and pack her lunch. I utter the first words of the day “sweetie, it’s ready.” We eat on opposite sides of the kitchen table with the comics and front page spread out respectively. The only other communication comes as we push away from the table and hug. “Have a good day, honey.” “Call me tonight, mom, I love you.” I might have held onto that hug just a little longer than normal this week as we got back into our routine and said goodbye to summer. I only have a couple more of those lazy, hot, do-nothing breaks with my girl before she strikes out on her own. We didn’t do as much this summer as in ones past, and that’s okay with me, and her, I believe.
We did find time to celebrate the arrival of my producer, Kara’s, first child, Jackson at a fun baby shower with old friends.
We took in the Braves/Mariners game at the Ted.
Enjoyed dining out..
And in, on our educational placemats.
There was a trip to Ellijay and Mountaintown Creek where we were dog tired after tubing all day.
We found time to dye the ends of our hair red.
There was lounging on our deck…
And on the sugary sands of Fort Walton Beach, Florida.
With one smart kiddo using the long car ride to finish up her summer reading.
Goodbye sweet summertime.
You almost made me forget about this…