The first day of school for my sons, Justin and Tyler, is getting close.
This is going to be the first time in more than six years that I've only had one kid to take care of for most of the day (their baby brother).
The first time I'm going to have a little free time in I don't know how long.
I'm not going to be a complete ball of nerves most of the day, trying to take care and manage three very different personalities who all want my attention and never in the same way.
To say I'm excited is an understatement.
But that also means for seven-plus hours a day, my older kids won't have their translator by their side. They won't have me.
They won't have the one person who understands them like no one else. Who knows exactly what they want -- well, at least 80 percent of the time, but the rest is guessing and I've gotten good at it -- and can understand their communication through gestures.