For a brief period of time — somewhere between college and my early 30s — the phrase “back to school” was nothing more than a Rodney Dangerfield movie and a good sale at Macy’s.
I went from measuring my life in semesters to gauging the passage of time with Hoosier holidays (“Oh wow, Bobby Knight’s birthday already? Where did the summer go?” or “They’re lighting the largest pretend Christmas tree in the world this week? Not many shopping days left!”).
Now that my eldest twins are in first grade, I can keep time by how often I have to buy glue sticks and backpacks. “Back to school” has become a whirlwind of shopping, haircuts, paperwork, grocery list changes for lunch-packing, and adjusting to the delicate balance of playtime, homework, sports and sleep.
While part of me is glad to get back into a routine, the other part of me is reluctant to let go of our lazy summer mornings and flexible bedtimes.
See Wednesday’s Times Sentinel for the full story.