The halcyon days are over. No more waking up at the crack of dawn, lounging around on the couch in pajamas and watching cartoons. No more trips to the cineplex to see the latest talking animal movie. No more mid-week sleepovers, late-night campfires or trips to the fair.
School has started, which means I'm actually going to have to start being responsible.
Some parents cheer for the start of school because it means sending the kids away for four to six hours, allowing their sanity to return. Other parents are bummed when September hits because it means the time they spend as a family is dramatically reduced.
For me? The beginning of school means I have to work.
The wife leaves for her job before the kids head off to school. Which means I'm going to have to drag my sorry carcass out of bed early and pull on some clothes far earlier that I had to the previous three months.