The Fruit of the Murphy Loins went back to school today, backpacks bulging to the brim with a long list of school supplies. Every year our district starts earlier and earlier, but doesn’t get out any sooner in the spring. We had to warn the mom of a new middle schooler that if she went to the bus stop with her daughter as planned, a huge L would be permanently tattooed on her daughter’s forehead.
The Other Fearless Leader starts back at her part-time temporary job on Monday. Normalcy has returned, which means I have to get up earlier so I can shower before my daughter and be ready to take her to the bus stop if the weather is inclement. Ah, the simple joys of Fatherhood.
I keep repeating to myself, just because my kids are getting older doesn’t mean I am.
