I always tear up a little when the kids walk out the front door on the first day of school. I fix a nice breakfast to mark the specialness of the first day.
I forgot to buy bread, so the sandwiches for their lunches? A bit, um, moldy. But at least I didn’t make them eat hot lunch on the first day of school. I don’t do hot lunch until I’ve burned out a little more (meaning the very next day).
After the last person left for school (except the babies, darn it. They’re the most trouble and they don’t start school until tomorrow), I let out a hosanna shout and cleaned off my kitchen table.