School starts soon; it has come sooner than I thought it would. The school supplies are bought, new clothes are waiting to fill the void of the very worn out, very getting-too-small old clothes and shoes that have been or will be shortly discarded; the weather is even cooling down, signaling that our short short summer is over.
I feel like it's me that's going to be starting school instead of my children; I've had this gut-wrenching, nervous, excited, anticipatory feeling for the last week or so. Because it's not just school that's starting, but about 50 thousand other things, too. We're going to be busy.
Busy is good, but man, if I put one foot out of line, just shirk my responsibilities for one day, I'm going to be screwed. I made a little schedule, complete with color-coded blocks of time (I'm totally not OCD, I promise), so everything fits into place, and hopefully I have the energy to carry it out week after week. Right now, we get up, and get ready for a day of leisure and play. In a week, well... Besides school and homework for Jakob, we have preschool for Brock twice a week, pre-preschool for Troy twice a week, karate lessons for Jakob twice a week; I will be teaching piano lessons three days a week, exercising twice a week, and having Jakob help me with a few chores for an allowance. Instead of getting up at 8 or 8:30, we'll be getting up at 7:00. Instead of the leisure, we'll be running around, constantly doing. I dread it, but I also look forward to it.
I hope that, because we (ahem, I) will be "ceasing to be idle", that we (ahem, I) will be able to accomplish great things. That I'll be able to cherish the down time (because, thankfully, there still is a small bit of that). That I will find joy in the busyness and thrive in the chaos (which has happened to me in the past, so I hope it is still true of my character now).
But, oh. Heaven help me. (Because seriously? Look at this thing.)