Molly had a stellar year at school this year. Top notch, best on record.

Her grades were through the roof awesome, she jumped ahead in math and managed to get an angle on language arts and push forward.

Life was pretty good.

Then, came the end of that.

Fresh off the bus on the last day of school the first thing she said was, “I want to go back to school.”

See, Molly doesn’t handle change well at all.

She doesn’t handle the loss of a routine well.

So despite the leaps and bounds made during the school year, we have had a very difficult summer.

Molly is struggling.

Not sleeping on several occasions (like, at all).

Behavioral issues, despite taking her medicine nearly every day.

Anger, silence, uncontrollable laughing.

Enough to concern us.

And enough to make us look forward to the start of school in a few weeks.

I hate seeing her struggle and not knowing what to do for her.

I can only hope that the return to a routine and school, where she loves to be, will bring her back into focus.

Now if I could just get over the fact that she’s going into middle school….