Wednesday, August 16, 2017

The First Day of School

It's the first day of school. The dogs have made it clear that they do not approve and would rather have Bob home with them. I tried explaining to them that now their days are their own and they can hang out and drink coffee on the back porch and cruise their social media accounts without interruptions but they don't seem to be buying it.

I've tried to get them away from thoughts of how time is speeding up. They keep harping on how Bob's first day of fifth grade only serves as a reminder of how it seems like just ten minutes ago that Bob was starting pre-school. I try to explain how time works and then request that they stop speaking in tired, suburban clich├ęs.

They have suggested homeschooling Bob and have volunteered to monitor P.E. in the backyard and help Bob write a report about sharks. (They're really into sharks.)

They walk past his room and sigh.
They sit at the front window and sigh.
They order things they don't need off of Amazon and sigh.
They survey the contents of the fridge and close the door without getting anything out.
And then they sigh.

I reminded them, that Bob is walking home with Felix as usual and should be rolling in the door around 3:00pm. They checked the time on my phone and then just stared at me. They still don't understand how time works. Who does, really?


  1. Somehow my kids grew up and out during the time it took me to blink. I think about my brave son serving in the Navy and sigh, I look at my brilliant daughter who graduated high school a year early and is getting ready to start her second year of college and I sigh even louder. I realized recently that I sigh alot. Sad sighs, happy sighs, they have so many meanings.

    1. Yes, so many meanings. Exactly. Your kids sound terrific. Good job, Mama. (Happy sigh.) Thank you to his son and your family for your service. (Grateful sigh.) Xo

  2. Lovely and funny.