The first day back to school is always weird. I mean, really weird. Particularly the first day of the new school year, after nine weeks off. Nine weeks of laughter, tears, squabbling, singing. Nine weeks of elephant feet up and down the stairs, ‘I’m bored’ multiple times a day, squealing, shouting, chatting. Then a sudden silence descends on the house, and it’s louder than all of that put together.
The silence doesn’t sound right, not now at least. I miss my children. I miss them giggling as the play together upstairs. I miss the cuddles when someone has taken a bump. I almost miss the squabbling. For now, anyway. It just feels so foreign, to hear nothing in their place.
The silence represents so much. The end of the summer, no more long periods of family time until Christmas. It signifies the return of the dreaded early mornings (which I absolutely suck at, by the way). It signifies that yesterday it was summer, and today it isn’t. It’s just a weird feeling. My kids are a pain in the bum sometimes, but I like having them at home.
Of course, I know in a few days I will relish the quiet. Finally I’ll be able to get some work done in peace. Finally I’ll be able to drink a cup of coffee without it getting cold. I’m also very much looking forward to autumn, which is absolutely my favourite season. So in some ways, the silence does represent some good. It doesn’t stop it feeling weird today though.
How do you feel about your children going back to school? Do you feel a bit odd on the first day back, or do you relish the first bit of peace in weeks? Please tell me I’m not the only weirdo who misses their children as soon as they’re gone!
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