Where Did the Summer GO?!

I found myself asking 2 questions this morning...      Who is going to have the excuse of why they can't get ready?    Why is it soooo chilly out today? The first one was answered rather easily...no one. Thankfully my children were as excited for the return of school as my husband and I were...so there was no procrastinating this morning...tomorrow...that's a tale for another day. Brenna went to head outside and decided a pair of stockings were in order...that's how nippy it seemed to us this morning. Gunnar and Odin begged and pleaded to go outside all day long, but because of the rain, I was unable to cave...this was no summer shower...it didn't get to 70 outside today...that is chilly in VA! It seemed to clear up a bit when it was time to go to the bus stop to pick up the kids, so I allowed Gunnar to come with. As soon as we got outside, the chill nipped at my toes and Gunnar was running for the cover of the trees in the neighborhood. It was much to my dismay that it started to pour 15 minutes after we went outside at 3:30...and the bus was late and didn't arrive until 4:15. Anyhow, I hope that all of you had a great first day of school, that you have completed all the First Day Paperwork, and had a warm and hearty dinner. 'Til next time I leave you with a First Day Poem... Sick
by Shel Silverstein
"I cannot go to school today," Said little Peggy Ann McKay. "I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash and purple bumps. My mouth is wet, my throat is dry, I'm going blind in my right eye. My tonsils are as big as rocks, I've counted sixteen chicken pox And there's one more--that's seventeen, And don't you think my face looks green? My leg is cut--my eyes are blue-- It might be instamatic flu. I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke, I'm sure that my left leg is broke-- My hip hurts when I move my chin, My belly button's caving in, My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained, My 'pendix pains each time it rains. My nose is cold, my toes are numb. I have a sliver in my thumb. My neck is stiff, my voice is weak, I hardly whisper when I speak. My tongue is filling up my mouth, I think my hair is falling out. My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight, My temperature is one-o-eight. My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear, There is a hole inside my ear. I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what? What's that? What's that you say? You say today is. . .Saturday? G'bye, I'm going out to play!"