Now normally I would be ok with the whole first day of school thing. Well, maybe not ok exactly. But accepting. Yes, accepting is a good word. Accepting.
I do not accept today. Today is an abomination. Today my sweet Peanut started High School. HIGH SCHOOL! And my baby boy, my Bubbo, started Middle School. It's just not right, I tell you. Peanut should be picking her favorite color from the giant box of Crayolas instead of decided what eyeliner goes best with her outfit. And Bubbo should be building something with his massive Lego collection instead of learning how to work his combination lock.
The only thing that is keeping me together right now is that I realize that this is the way it's supposed to be. My babies are growing up. That's what babies do. And Peanut and Bubbo are growing into well-mannered, funny, smart young people. So I guess I'm doing something right. Just, why does it have to feel so bad?