The buzzer went off at an alarming (!) 5:40 this morning but I was already sort of awake. I must have opened my eyes 5 times between 3 and 5, anticipating the alarm. First day of school. My not so baby boy is a freshman this year. Astounding. My girl a senior, how can that BE???
Shaking off the cloud of disbelief, I staggered toward the coffee as they got up, showered , ate breakfast and actually brushed their teeth and put shoes on without so much as a nag from me. Now I really know I am dreaming...
The hardest thing about them walking out the door, (on time I might add)? I was left with my New (School) Year's Resolutions. You know the list that includes working out, making art, cleaning my house, writing, finishing something, THAT list?
