This morning was the boys first day of School.
I can not believe how fast the summer flew by. It's insane. (Insane in the membrane. INSANE IN THE BRAIN.)
I'm not taking it very well and when I say that, I mean I've not stopped crying. The tears started last night, like they do EVERY "night before the first day of school". I began to feel guilty and think that I didn't spend enough quality time with them while they were home.
"I should have done more activities with them!"
"I should have taken them to the beach more than ONE TIME!"
"I shouldn't have yelled at them everytime I got on the phone and they started bothering me!"
"I should have played more Uno and Yahtzee with them!"
"WHY WAS I SO MEAN TO THEM ALL SUMMER LONG AND WHY DIDN'T I GIVE THEM MORE HUGS AND KISSES?"
Whattya know, I'm crying again!
I thought I'd be fine this morning, I thought I had cried all of the tears I'd cry over this last night. WRONG. When I dropped my son off at Junior High, it hit me hard, right in the gut, that OH MY GOD, first baby boy is in the seventh grade. How did that happen and please, God, slow the time down, my heart can't take it.
Now, the house is so quiet without their TV blaring, without the fighting and the cries of "Mom! Andrew called me a jerkoff!" I miss them, I miss them SO MUCH. I don't think I can take this quiet. It hurts.
Damn it. I seriously do not know what I am going to do the day that my children move out of this house. I am telling you right now, I will die. DIE, I SAY. And I'm not exaggerating one bit.
DIE.







I know what you mean. Today was my kids' first day of school, too. And to add to the usual list of guilty feelings, I have to deal with the fact that they're going to an entirely new school. I'm worried whether they'll make friends or will they be left out...Okay, I gotta stop this or I won't be able to work.