I love fall. I even have an odd fetish for school supplies. My kids are starting preschool, and although I can hardly believe it, we are all ready for the change.

And my brother just moved back from Los Angeles to attend grad school Philly, and I am so giddy at having him nearby now that the kids are old enough to get to know who he is. They still get my two brothers confused... but hey, they haven't seen them that often and when you are three, a week is like a month to our flying by 'old people' time.

I envy him, but I am still eyeball swamped in this mommytrip, so school for me is just the other lawn of grass shining green and beckoning. Yes, I have always secretly yearned for an MFA, but with zero desire to teach, it wouldn't pay back enough to warrant the investment.

We really had to scrimp just to start up preschool this year. Open house is tomorrow!!! I am so nervous for them to begin the learning process of teacher student relationships and of dealing with the social norms of a classroom full of kids, instead of our suburban homebound insular universe that they know and often take advantage of. Yes, there are days when I have to take a stand against being spoken to like an indentured servant who misehaved.

They take turns being more extroverted and shy, so I can't even guess how they will be with the other kids when I leave them there. And as for me, I can't even guess how I'll feel, having a few hours to myself again after so long.

BREAKING NEWS>>>

This just in - my son just pooped in the potty for the third consecutive time. We may be fully on board the potty train. WOO HOOO! Now we're off to the store to buy him the sword I promised. (Yes, I bribe)