I went to Walmart today. And I got stomachache inducing anxiety.
School supplies are out.
And picked through.
I’m getting to the point that I’m ready to be at school, and have a little break from my child–who is also ready for a break from me. We love each other, but we do better when we’re not together all day every day.
Anyhow. I’m getting ready to go back to school. But I’m not that ready! My room has SO MANY things to do and I swear I don’t know when I’m going to find the time!
I’m not sure who the beginning of school is more stressful for: parents, students, or teachers.
And that’s really all I have for you today. No light notes. No inspirational thoughts. Just sincere teacher end of the summer panic.
Now, excuse me while I go hyperventilate and try and recapture some part of the summer.