I bought a new toaster. Weird. It only has 2 slots. I haven't had a 2-slice toaster for. . .well for many years. (That would never work when you have seven kids.)
This is the first year I haven't gone to some school somewhere to register one (or mostly, more) of my kids. In fact, I have done that every year for the past 28 years. I am NOT that old!
Really? Can that be true?
I guess it is. Twenty eight years ago, I took my Sarah to her first day of Kindergarten. And this year I sent off my Schuyler to college, and he is gone and living down by campus, and I am here with my 2-slice toaster.
When Schuyler was five and I took him to Kindergarten, he was so worried about me being home alone.
"But, Mom, who will watch Little Bear with you?"
He's more grown up now. He's not at all concerned that I bought a 2-slice toaster.
I won't miss the calls from the attendance office saying that my student "missed one or more classes today." (I think she had me on speed dial.)
I won't miss parent-teacher conferences. (7 subjects times 3 students, plus 2 teachers times 2 students, plus...you do the math.)
I won't miss running to the store at midnight to get that item they HAVE to HAVE.
I won't miss digging around in the sofa cushions for lunch money.
I won't miss seeing all 7 of my kids go out to catch the bus wearing the same color--because that was the batch of laundry that got done yesterday.
I won't miss driving someone to school in my pajamas when they missed the bus.
I won't miss getting up for early morning seminary. Yawn.
I won't miss the endless hours of homework. (Hey, I got some good grades!)
I won't miss keeping track of all those schedules and events.
I won't miss rushing home from the middle of my errands to be home when the bus gets there.
I won't miss learning that we missed yet another scholarship deadline.
Etc. Etc. Etc.
But actually, I bet I will.
Oh well. Theoretically, there will be more time to quilt.