August 31, 2021
August 31, 2021

August 31, 2021

I’m late to the back to school photo post, but, well, keeping on top life this week has been a struggle.

Honestly, that may be a gross understatement.

On Monday we shipped Laylie off to 10th grade, Mattea to 8th grade and Troy back to 3rd. On Thursday we will send Kyra to her new school too.

I thought I would be ok taking these photos. It wasn’t like Jaidon would have been living with us anyway, he would have been at Towson, starting his first day of school.

I took the photos and kissed the girls and left for work. I didn’t get to the end of my street before I completely fell apart. I mean, had to pull over to breathe and regain composure so I could see while driving.

This is not a good way to start the week. I have mastered the art of appearing to hold myself together at work, most of the time. I keep my meltdowns to the car and bathroom stalls. Fake it til you make it, right?

For the past week I have watched all my friends unpack their kids into their dorm rooms and head home to having one less kid. Except their kids will come home on breaks and for the summers. Mine won’t. Mine is gone forever.

Don’t get me wrong, I am sincerely happy for all my friends and their kids. It is just painstakingly hard to not have my baby join them, to not be that parent who’s kid is trying to get them to leave so they can get to being independent.