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Back Tomorrow!

The boys are back to school tomorrow and I am so not ready.  Starting back on Friday should be ideal.  A short two day week, then the Sunday holiday.  But somehow, it doesn't feel right.  The rains are delayed this year and the heat is unbearable.  I am psychologically unable to face the idea of early starts in the morning.  The tension of fraught children coming in wrecked with the heat and the rush of lunchtime tension.  Then some of the children's projects are not yet completed owing to all sorts of reasons.  It sounds awful, doesn't it?

I'd love just another week to get ready.  Just one more week.

My husband is thinking along the same lines as me.  We've agreed to send the children back on Monday.  Then we'll face whatever has to be faced.  The girls are going back on Monday in any case.  

The summer flew by way too fast.


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  1. Summer and school out never came too soon for me and I was never ready for it to start back up in the fall.

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  2. Strange to think you go back just as we start the holidays. I just Eurocentrically assumed you would have your hottest season at the same time as us.

    I like your naughtiness in not sending them back the first day. Very brave and clever. I hope the rains start soon for you.

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  3. One school day missed won't do any harm...and I'm sure the kids will be pleased!

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