Lots of my friends are posting first-day-of-school pictures, or, among the homeschoolers, not-back-to-school plans.
I feel so left out. Okay, maybe not left out. But certainly sad that that time is past.
I miss self-consciously sleeping in on the first day of school, then spending the day at the suddenly-empty parks. I miss planning a trip to the Childrens' Museum and Zoo for those first back-to-school weeks before school field trips started. I miss making big breakfasts, following the Oregon Trail, rescuing Zoombinis, maneuvering around tents made of quilts and chairs, and reading aloud.
This is my last year as a homeschooling mom, but it really feels like it's over already, the final gasp of something that has been winding down for several years. And I'd be lying if I didn't admit to being in the midst of something of an identity crisis.
What next? I don't know, but I don't think that my 12-hour-a-week job and trying to keep up with my house will keep me happy for long.