Today is the first day of school. I believe I was more excited about it than my girls were, and they were pretty pumped.

Don’t get me wrong. I love my kids more than anything else. But after the insanity of the past five months with family losses, house buying and selling, moving, and getting settled into a new town, it’s great to be back in a routine. Going to bed at a decent hour, getting up in time to eat rather than wolf down breakfast, making lunches.

After enjoying a quiet morning of kidlessness, I’ll get myself back on track with revising, writing, contest judging, and critting. No really. I will.

Right after I finish laughing with giddy abandon.