So, tomorrow is the big day. Back to school after a hideously long break. I think I lost so many brains cells over the 33 or so days that I've been home that all I can hope is that when my brain shut down it went into recovery mode.
Now, there's nothing wrong with staying home with children. It's just that when you have gotten used to a different kind of schedule (an extremely chaotic one), a complete and sudden stop of that is like a train halting at 70 miles an hour. Cars get derailed, people die - total mess. OK, so no one here died over the holidays, but some of my offspring came dangerously close a few times.
There is something dangerous for the personal safety of a child about a very long break from school. I suppose it's the train effect in jr. mode. They have some false sense of security that Santa will save them from their sins because children don't get into serious trouble around the holidays or something.
These confused, small people had the misconception over the last several weeks that the Christmas Kool-aid would get them out of doing things like making snowballs from soap and toilet paper and sticking them to the ceiling or after using all the toilet paper on snowballs, wiping poo on the wall next to the toilet (yes... my 5 year old really can be THAT gross).
And so tomorrow, I'll put on something other than a bathrobe, strap on my back pack and go back to the races to start complaining again about needing a break.