Common Mom

Dude got on the bus for his first day of 3rd grade. He couldn’t WAIT! Yesterday, we had some friends over for a BBQ. The minute they left Dude was running to bed - the reason? He wanted to make sure he got to bed early enough so he wouldn’t oversleep and miss the bus I assured him that I’d wake him up in time. He made me promise to wake him up at 6:30 . . . holy crap!

He got up, got himself dressed in his favorite camos, got himself breakfast, and proudly announced that he was off to brush his teeth and comb his hair. He did both wonderfully. It’s so weird not to have to do any of these things for him anymore . . . and to be able to get myself ready at the same time. I took his picture - he of course made me promise not to get Princess’s doll stroller in there . . . we wouldn’t want to ruin his image or anything!

Then we headed to the bus stop. Everyone was amazed at how big Duma was (she was 3 months old last spring when we started taking her down there) and wanted to pet her and love on her. Nobody even noticed the bus pull up - on the other side of the road. Apparently, the bus is on the opposite corner this year. So I scurried to get the picture of Dude and his best buddy at the bus stop, then they all cruised across the street to the bus . . . no hug, no kiss, no nothin’ - nothin’ except me waving and yelling at Dude to have a wonderful day. I didn’t even give him the speel this morning about how Princess and I will most likely beat him home, but if we’re not there when he gets home, he should close the garage door, let Duma out, and stay in the house until I get there. I know he knows these things, but it’s weird not to have to say it.

It’s just wrong that he seems so grown up already.

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