When I was a kid, the first day of school was a bittersweet moment. It meant that summer was over and having an unorganized day was done until Christmas break. It was nice to know I'd be seeing people in school, but I wanted a few more days of summer before getting on the bus.
As an adult, the act of dropping the kid off at school for a few hours of peace at home is a reason to rejoice. Someday I won't have that reaction. Probably when Josie is big enough to mow the yard.
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