School Begins - Uh-Oh (another example of surviving Kyle)

Yesterday was the first day of school for most Wisconsin children, and one could tell that by just stopping into any local gas station around 7:45 a.m. - Parents were smiling, and laughter could be heard.

I was one of those parents!

I am no where near a morning person, and never really understood those who were...but yesterday...I had no problem waking up at 6 a.m. and getting my son off to school!

We left early because my finances being what they are, I had to wait until the literal last minute in purchasing school supplies....

By 7:20 we were at Walgreens picking up what we could, and then heading off to dropping Kyle (Yes, dear sweet Kyle) to school - I was smiling the entire trip....

I get my house back..........

I get peace and quiet back so when I am trying to write articles on deadline day, there are no loud Earth shattering interruptions of..."MOM!!"

I wanted to throw a party to celebrate surviving yet another summer of bored children, and all their friends hanging out around my house!

It was a sweet moment when he got out of the car and walked into that middle school! I shall remember it for years to come....there were no tears like there were when he first started school - I wasn't a least bit worried if he would miss me....I was instead enjoying knowing that he would be exhausted this week and most likely next week while he gets use to his early morning schedule, and needing to concentrate throughout the day!

Joy of Joys!!!!!!

After gleefully dumping him off and returning home - I noticed just how quiet the house was..............ahhhhh....tranquility!

Now someone should bottle this feeling in a pill - they'd make a mint!

Yes, a good day.....for more reasons than that...

I spent the day writing my articles for the paper's deadline....while also emailing back and forth with a very special man in my life, who once again has entered my life - a real Prince of a guy - and quite simply, a nice fellow.

Smiles...galore....

Towards the end of the afternoon I was actually missing my little guy....I was anxious to hear the stories about the first day of middle school - Was it exciting? Did he think he would like it?
How was it having the Mayor as his social studies teacher (small town, folks!)

And that's when it happened.......

I was typing away on my last article getting ready to email it to Betty, my editor....

The door slammed.....

I heard feet running towards me.......

And then....

THAT EARTH SHATTERING ROAR!!!

"MOM, GUESS WHAT?!?!? WE GET TO MIX CHEMICALS THIS YEAR AND BLOW THINGS UP!"

The silence was shattered...........

To be continued..............

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