This year the last day of summer [vacation] just happens to coincide with my birthday. That means the little tornadoes are able to tear up the house today, and I turn a blind eye. Catcher is tearing up the beds while making forts; Tillie is jumping on those beds...Scout is whining because Tillie is jumping on her bed.
Although there's no better present than sending your children back to school, Alex and I are celebrating with a low-key dinner out with friends tonight. I wanted to get rowdy to ring in 38 but, you know, no one wants to be hungover on the first day of school. At least not when there's a new principal to impress. Cheers to a new year!