Preschool starts back next week (Glory!). I have a bone to pick with preschool. If preschool were nicer, it wouldn’t have abandoned me all summer in the raging, never-ending heat. Where were you preschool while I tried to keep the boys alive under the Elmo sprinkler? Where were you while they ate their ice pops in the bathtub because it was too hot in the driveway? Where were you while our family rolled lethargically around the couch demanding goldfish and juice boxes [Toby and Charlie] and pretending to be asleep [me]? Now here you are again just in time for my boys to play outside in the mild(ish) fall weather instead of dangle whiningly from the fridge door. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very glad you came back, but your timing is less than impeccable.
I forgive you preschool. Just the sight of your golden head peeking over the horizon like a seraph makes me gracious. With a couple of free mornings every week, I’m looking forward to sitting in my coffee shop again, plinking out whatever comes to mind and dumping it into cyber space for posterity. It’s the good life.