I awoke to the sounds of my son’s footsteps at 5:50 this morning.  I couldn’t go back to sleep for two reasons:

1. Once my son snuggled in our bed, my husband began talking in his sleep.  My son responded in his sleep.  Not much sense was made but they did have a nice short conversation.
2. It was the first day of Kindergarten.

While numero uno was funny, it was numero dos that had me excited.  Come on, kindergarten is a rite of passage.  Sure he went to pre-school but this is real school.   He has a new environment, new friends, new teacher, new rules, a new backpack (hopefully it won’t be recalled) and a very long day.  Ugh, I’m stressing already.

It was just as exciting as our first day except he rode in a car as opposed to walking.  Of course, those were the days when children weren’t kidnapped every five minutes when walking five miles through rain and snow.  He also didn’t have one of those 1970’s cardboard school supplies boxes that fell apart by Thanksgiving.

Perhaps his longish skater-boy hair will make up for the lack of 70’s in his life.

We are on our way to Austin to pick up our daughter where she has been visiting the grandparents. Somehow, she managed to survive without us for the week, however, today she gave a little whimper on the phone to let me know she’s ready for mommy.  Whew! And I thought she was ready to dump me!

I have to say it’s been very quiet around the house.  On one hand it’s nice for us to spend the time alone with our son but I do miss her silly songs and hugs.  I asked my five-year-old son today if he missed her.  He said “yes, but when she’s not here I get to play with the big trains more.”

This week reminded me of last summer when my mother-in-law took them to Colorado. I ran back into my home and screamed as loud as I could to welcome my alone time.  It was great.  Thirty minutes later the house was creepy quiet and I missed them terribly.