School Daze 2015

Monday, August 31, 2015 0 Comments A+ a-

Well, in the blink of an eye, I managed to NOT post in three months.  In fact, I’ve only posted five times in eight months!  That has to be a record of some kind.  As I was going through old first day of school posts, it made me sad to realize that if the Littles ever come looking at the blog, they’re going to wonder what happened in their lives during 2014 and 2015.  Its as if I dropped off the face of the earth… So sorry Kiddos!

But without further ado, I give to you the beginning of the 2015/2016 school year.  I’m not sure how I feel about having a 5th, 3rd, and 1st grader but it happened.  And I suddenly feel quite old as Devyn begins her last year in elementary school.


As the spring wound down, I had a number of friends ask if I was going to put Ashlynn in preschool. I wavered between committing either way and waited until the last possible moment to try to get her into our neighborhood early childhood program.  It may have been a subconscious way to have the answer taken out of my hands, especially if there was no room for her. But shockingly she got into the program and started her first day of preschool today.

I cried. I cried more than I thought I would as I said goodbye to the last of my babies and walked away from her classroom.  I can’t believe I’m here, a brand-new stage of life and one I’ve dreaded for a while.  I now have four mornings a week where I have  no one at home with me, and I find myself at loose ends.  But that’s another post for another day…  She woke on her first day of school bright and early, before the rest, and was more than excited to start this new adventure.

I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.
Because if you are making mistakes,
then you are making new things, trying new things,
learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world.
You're doing things you've never done before,
and more importantly, you're doing something [new].

I’m a coffee drinking, book reading, laundry procrastinating, husband and children loving, mess of a woman who believes that chips and salsa can fix anything. We have chickens running around the backyard, a mountain of dishes in the sink, and on any given morning, I have at least 10 school forms that need my signature or initials. It’s a crazy life {I prefer to call it controlled chaos}, but its ours.