This morning, I got up extra-early, so that I could get not only the girlies off to a good start on their first day of school, but MYSELF off to a good start, as well.
As I was hastily attempting to put on my make-up in front of the bathroom mirror, Child Number Three burst through the door carrying her tall step-stool. She plonked it down next to me, climbed up so that she could see her reflection, and preened for a moment before passing judgement:
Child Number Three: (deeply satisfied) I look A-STINGUISHED, don't I, Mum?!
Mother: (wistfully) Yes, kiddo, you look VERY distinguished, definitely.
That is, opposed to EX-TINGUISHED, which is unfortunately how I looked this morning after a night of nearly no sleep...
Question... Do mothers EVER stop worrying about their children???
I. Hate. Sending. My. Kids. Back. To. School.