Sunday, August 16, 2015

When September Comes (or August in South Carolina...)

I'm finding myself dreading Monday morning. Not for the same reasons as most. Because now that I am my own boss, I no longer have to rise at the crack of dawn to fight the masses, however THIS Monday morning by last child, my baby girl, will be entering high school. For the first time since she was born, I had the opportunity to be home and spend time with her this summer, REALLY spend time with her.

We had our own version of Camp Mom and it was FUN. Some days we binged on popcorn and Netflix others were full of Starbucks and the mall. Some days we did absolutely nothing at all and somehow STILL giggled our way through the day. Mostly, it was about making memories. Mixed in all of that was exposing (torturing) her to my "incredible" taste in both movies and music from my middle and high school years. This summer she has become a John Hughes movie aficionado, an 80's hair band devotee and once, i actually caught her with a side ponytail (although she might have just woken up)!! 

I enjoyed having this time with her. I know it won't be long until she is more interested in spending these days with her friends and (gasp!!) boyfriends instead of with me, so I will certainly cherish what she gives. I'm going to miss her Monday morning when she gets on that school bus.