Tell me why the road turns?

It is almost here . Again. And I hate it. I also hate that I hate a day . I know it does not make sense. This September 1 will be eight years that my father has been gone. I miss him every single day. I mourn the fact that Ladybug will not get to know him, and that Monkey has already forgotten just how awesome he was. He could do anything. I love him , so much.
I don't mean to write such a depressing post, really. I want it to be happy and light. Every year around this time, I start feeling the dread that I know is coming. I don't want my students to see how much it bothers me, and I don't want to spend the day crying. I just miss my daddy.

summer breeze, makes me feel fine

I love the summer. I do not love going back to school in the summer, but what else can we do? The monkey is now a sixth grader, and mighty proud. Strutting around the house proud. Big smile on his face, and dancing to Bruno Mars songs proud. He is a man, I can tell you.
The ladybug is now in the three-year old class full time. Big fun in there, and she has made several new friends.
The man and I started back to school last week - and I have to say, it was the best start to school I have ever had, in all my teaching. I did not have to call the office for an escort out, I did not have to break up any fights, and I did not have to clean up any body fluids. Good times ahead. I do have an afternoon full - and I do hate first period planning. That is for the birds, I can tell you.
I have to say, life if pretty good around here. We managed to keep the house pretty clean all summer, I accomplished everything on my summer goal list, and now we are back in the school groove. We are ready to start the countdown for our first adventure of the school year , when we take Ladybug to China Town. She is going to love it.
I hope you have a great week, and I hope your transition to the school year is a smooth one, as well .