Back to school, so beautiful!

I love summer weather, the lake, sleeping in... All that. What I don't love is my kids home during the day without much supervision, Food being eaten out of boredom, and coming home to a disastrous home.

So Hannah started school last week, but today was the first day all four were in school. It was lovely. Getting them all up, and they were all ready too! No falling back asleep no complaining. Got on a nice new outfit looked all cute and had some breakfast.

The morning would have been perfect had it not been for a Miss Hannah fit. She couldn't find a "thing to waer" in her stuffed full of shirts dresser drawer there was apparently not one item that was not too baggy or too tight or made her look "fat" Gah. Ended up in Tim having to get the other kids to school and come BACK for her, leaving her tardy to class, Only the second week and she's not only missed 3 days of school, but now she's tardy too!

Anyway back to them all being gone all day. The house was still, the cats slept the dogs snored I worked and the house, well it was the way I left it when I returned!!! Oh Glory to the school year!!!

Oh and in the midst of miss Hannah's fit for all, I forgot a first day of school aren't my kids adorable photograph... So you will just have to take my word for it, they are cute and adorable and all that.

Yay school!

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