For the first time in 20 years I am not going back to school -whether as a student or a teacher. This has been a day I have been thinking about ever since I got pregnant. It is 11:03 pm. I should be laying in bed, tossing and turning, thinking about the group of 11 and 12 year-olds that I will spend the next 180 days with. I should be wondering if I have everything ready in my classroom. I should have my back-to-school outfit laid out. Instead, all the teaching supplies I own are sitting in my living room. Instead, I just got done giving Mason his last feeding. Instead of worrying about adolescents I am wondering if my infant is going to let me sleep until 7 am. Instead, tomorrow is just another day of full of laundry and dirty bottles, and working smiles out of my boy. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't trade that little guy across the hall for anything, but that doesn't mean I won't shed a tear {or two} because I am no longer part of something I have spent my whole life doing -going back to school.
So, to all those out there going back to school tomorrow {students and teachers}: Good luck, enjoy the year!