I just started my 24th year of teaching last month. Every year since the first I have had back-to-school inspired dreams. Subconscious letting me know I am nervous or something I suppose.
Not this year.
The trick you ask? Well, spend August moving both kids out of the house and onto their respective college campuses - that'll do it.
Instead, I had a dream that I woke up in a house somewhat like my parents' and, upon exiting the room I had been asleep in, I tripped over an unevenness in the ground. Upon inspection, there was a toddler-sized Sebastien (Maybe 3?) sleeping face-down on the carpeted floor right in front of my door. Looking around, I spied Isabelle lying a bit more comfortably with a pillow she'd brought out before she fell asleep keeping an eye on her brother. I was just starting to wonder why they were so young and where we were exactly when I woke up to an empty-feeling house...
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