Best first day of school

It was truly an awesome day with my son starting high school.  I know I was a hundred times more worried than he was.  We survived the day without a scratch.  And I only had about 15 forms to fill out or sign.  He had no homework of course, let the parents set the example.  There were doubts about my ability to get everything signed and put in its proper place since, according to my father, I am a prognasticator.  Yes I spelled that correctly prognasticator.  At least that is what my husband laughingly shared with me as I tried to lay down for a quick 5 minutes before doing all my homework.   So I quickly picked my butt back up off of my bed and returned to my stack of papers.  I love proving people wrong and even though I am a PROCRASTINATOR I was determined to set a good example for my son.  Makes up for the whole losing him at Disney incident I think.  So everything is crazy at work and we are as understaffed as I have ever seen and morale is at an all-time low.  One of my girls told me she tried when she went home last night after her shift out of frustration.  I love my job and I get frustrated even mad as hell about the way things are but I told her you cannot bring that stuff home.  When I walk through those doors in the morning I put home out of my head and when I clock out for the day I leave that place behind.  I have to admit a part of me is secretly thrilled that my son is taking art this year.  He is taking a few courses I think are great but ART..he has never shown an interest in art before.  I always tried to nudge him that way but he was never interested in it.  Maybe because I always felt the pressure to pursue art as a career I did not want to do that to him.  So yes I am living a little vicariously through him sue me.  Is it totally weird that since I ate at the french restaurant a few days ago I have been seriously craving some french food.  Lots of cheeses and fruits.  Hopefully it's just a phase.  Kind of like the hot sauce cravings I just got over.  Ohh somone is asking if I will cook for them...hmmmm