The Circle Will Not Be Broken

That time again.  When most  are groaning and staggering out of bed.  Trying to dress while squinting in the bright light of day.  Breakfast being eaten and teeth being brushed simultaneously.  Fingers having to be pried off video controllers and pushed kicked and screaming out the door.

It's the same every year.
The words never change:
"I don't wanna go back to school!"
 "Summer can't be over yet!"

And then he consoles me and says, "It'll be alright Mom.  It's only for ten months."

Some how that doesn't help.