Back to School

So, as it turns out, I felt more like I was on vacation the day I returned to work than I did all 10 days I was in Virginia. Eight whole hours without kids felt like bliss. I kept checking the clock thinking, I can't believe I have four more kid-free hours, three more, two more ... It's kind of sad, isn't it, when work is an escape, a break, a vacation from kids? By day two, I realized that checking the clock all the time was really me missing the kids, feeling their absence, wondering how they were doing at school.

Sawyer got a time out on his first day. Go figure. I brought it up in the car on the way home and he asked how I knew that he got a time out. "A little birdie told me," I said. He wanted to know where I keep my little birdies and whether we have any bird food at home. The next day at school, Sawyer told his teachers: "My mommy has little birdies that tell her when I'm bad!"