Remember how awesome the first day of school was for me and my son? Welp. The school honeymoon is over.
I dated my husband for five years. W would fight (usually because I was complaining about him studying all the time--smh) and makeup like any normal young couple, but it was all cute and romantic and we kept at it because we were so in love. Then we got married and went on our honeymoon and came home and it was all so sweet--brushing our teeth together and grocery shopping together and cooking together and doing laundry together--doing all the things that, 15 years later, are no longer cute and that I do almost exclusively alone (and I'm fine with that because clearly I do everything the right way and one can only re-fold an improperly folded tee shirt so many times). Then we had our first fight. It wasn't much different from our fights while dating, but we were married then and our first real fight made both of us question our decision to marry each other. We both thought we had made the biggest mistake of our lives. I threatened to go back home to my momma and he offered to help me pack. I went so far as to dump my wedding planner scrapbook in the actual outside city trash, because that chapter of my life was over. I was going back to Memphis. Then we made up and decided that we would stick together, fully expecting more fights, because we I was young, and we are human and as long as we had love and respect we could make it through anything because we got married to get old and grumpy together and knew that we were meant to be together and that neither one of us is perfect (well, one of us is a helluva lot closer to perfect than the other one), but we're perfect for each other.
Yeah. Well preschool and Homeschool are my exes. Elementary school is my new-boo. The honeymoon was awesome, but two weeks in we were already on the rocks, but I don't wanna leave.