When I think ‘Back-to-School’, the first think I think of is having the house to myself once again. Then I think of shopping. Not the fun kind, the picky teenage girl kind. The “Well if you think it’s cute, then why don’t you try it on?” kind. The I want to ring your neck I love bonding with my girls kind.
The second thing I think of is high school registration. *SIGH* This may be the singular worst thing EVER. Dragging gently nudging them out of bed, long lines at each of the designated tables, being told “Shh, mom, you’re laughing too loud” when I strike up a conversation with the mom standing next to me, sore feet from standing for the entire four hour process, you get the idea.
Well this year was different. About three hours different. This year it took seven hours.
That’s right, S-E-V-E-N.
By the time we got home my body felt like it had run a half marathon (I’d compare it to a full marathon except that would literally have killed me).
All I wanted to do was lay on my bed.
And I did.
Until Carolyn said, “Mom, let’s make cupcakes!”
And I accepted.
My body thought I was crazy and tried to talk me into just staying on that bed, but my heart said “YES PLEASE!” This is my 17 year old we’re talking about. If she isn’t at school or work, she’s with friends. It isn’t much better in Summer.
So naturally I jumped (figuratively, since my body was now going into rigor) at the chance.