School started again today after two weeks of Total! Family! Togetherness!
I dragged myself from my cozy bed and tiptoed into Charlie's room in the darkness, sat on the edge of his bed, attempted to stifle the glee in my voice, and said softly, "Charlie, it's time to get up for school!"
Without even opening his eyes he responded with a loving "WHAT?" It took several minutes to coax him out of bed. Minutes we had only because Ryan and I made lunches and laid out clothes last night, AND EVEN FOUND SHOES AND SOCKS FOR EVERYONE, anticipating that this could be a challenging morning.
But it was...not that challenging after all. According to Wes "I can't wait to get to school where they will teach me things!" You know, things other than "Stop hitting him, stop punching him, you're hurting him, STOOOOP DOOOOOING THAAAAAT!"
We shared a breakfast of coffee (me) and hot chocolate with whipped cream (them), cereal, bananas, and toast.
There were unlimited shots of whipped cream, much to James's satisfaction.
When it was time to leave the twins hugged goodbye.
Shortly after that it was time to leave for preschool. James got his last screams in on the car ride there, Wes tried to kick him from all the way back in the third row. I clung to the steering wheel and repeated "Five more minutes" like a mantra. James was, shall we say, reluctant to walk into the building, but his teacher graciously pulled his screaming form from my arms and engaged him with toys. I felt about seventy pounds lighter as I walked back to the car, BECAUSE I WAS.
I stopped at Panera to celebrate and respond to two weeks worth of work emails and now I am in my house eating a frozen Target pizza and filling in my new planner ALL BY MYSELF. Glorious. This is my first day of school face.
Though I will cop to a teeny twinge of wistfulness when I walked into the kitchen to find all the lovey's sitting on the island looking at me. Come to think of it that's a little bit creepy.