busted...

Okay, I'll admit, maybe I was dragging my feet a bit. I just couldn't get motivated let alone excited about the first day of school. It didn't help that little Lucy was awake frequently thru the night (perhaps cutting more teeth?). So as I moped around the kitchen table, still in my jammies, and hanging my head into a huge vat of coffee, Sam called me on it. "Hey Dad, how come you're doing everything today, and mom's just sittin' there?!" Someone blurted out (maybe me) "cause Dad's the man of the house...he's takin' charge." Grace was quick to pipe in "Well God's 'the man' of the whole world, and He's not pourin' cereal." Okay, already. I get the picture. I mustered what little energy I had, threw on some clothes, and shuffled everyone out onto the front step for first-day pictures. Oh, and it was a beautiful day outside. Breathing in a little fresh morning air was good for the soul. 3 were on their way across the street to meet up with the neighbor kids for their 2 block walk to school. One more would be heading out after lunch for afternoon kindergarden. The rest were piling out onto the step in their pj's to watch the buses go by. Oh, I think it might be a good day afterall. A new school year is underway.