It is that time of year again.

Starting a new school year . I know this brings so many mixed emotions to all mothers every where. I am usually a basket case and just cry and cry and feel old, and think about all their mile stones through out the years all day long. HOWEVER this year was a little different. Mason and Dylan decided to spend their very last week of Summer vacation completely at each others throats. Fighting, yelling, whining, crying. They helped me adapt to them going back to school yesterday much easier. However, The day got off to a rocky start yesterday when Dylan's bus came 30 minutes earlier then scheduled, so we waited not knowing we missed the bus due to all the other kids on the road also being out there waiting. So Finally I decided to bring him to school by this time he was late. So I worried myself sick over him all day long. Come to find out he had a great day and LOVES middle school. Let's hope he says that a week from now. After bringing Dylan late. I rushed up here to get Mason on the bus. His bus was right on time. He climbed on and never looked back. <-- that is when my broken heart started. I missed him already walking back up the long lonely hill to our house. He did not need me any more. I mean isn't that pretty much what he said when he climbed on the bus and NEVER looked back. I puttered around the house HAVING TWO boys at school and only one home. The house felt empty. I tried busying myself but then started looking at baby pictures and listening to sad music, all the stuff. I had told myself two days pryer would NOT be happening this year since I could NOT wait to send these two children who could not stop yelling and fighting back to school. I was wrong. It was 9am and I missed them terribly. I kept trying to figure out where at school they were at this time, and if Mason was happy. I kept hoping Dylan was not lost. There was one point when I almost would of welcomed hearing them fight........ THEN....I heard a crash. All the dvds I had recently sorted to start going through things to clean out were in the middle of the floor. The whole bin was upside down. The couch cushions were on the floor and the DOG was being held captive in the bin that had previously held the dvds. There was ONE very busy, very cute, yet terribly naughty three year old sitting on top of the bin. I shook my head, was brought back fast to reality and realized, I probably was NOT going to be sad and lonely this whole school year. Not if this 3 year old has anything to say about it. The boys both had great days. I was thrilled to see them at the end of the day. By 4pm yesterday we were all back under one roof. William was off getting into something and Mason and Dylan were fighting over the Tv. Welcome home boys..... I missed you !!!