Want to know how I can surely tell that school has started?

Well, of course there’s the amazingly quieter house. That’s a given. But that could just be older boys who are playing on their scooters out front and twins who are locked out back and a baby who’s just as sweet as can be.

There’s also the refrigerator that actually stays closed for an hour at a time, but that could just be kids away for the weekend (any takers?).

No, the biggest clue that school has started in my house is the stack of papers sitting on my bed.

Those are the look-at-later papers.

All three of the boys in school came home with 400 pieces of paper in their red and blue folders (It wasn’t really that bad. It was only 398 papers.) on the first day of school. I had to wade through all of them, because some required further action, like a signature or some kind of permission or even more school supplies. Some of them went into this pile, to be looked at later—or never, which is much more likely.

We started the school year sprinting. We were so organized I was impressed with us. Everybody picked out their clothes the night before, the backpacks were all hung ready to go, and even the school lunches were packed in the fridge. And then the first day happened and all.these.papers. Is it really necessary to send 5,000 school lunch menus when our kids don’t ever eat school lunches? Is it necessary to send three copies of the same exact information sheet? Is there a place where I can opt out of duplicates or papers in general?

Because I know exactly what’s going to happen. It happens every year. We will start off great. I will come down to dinner every evening and sort through those papers in five minutes or less, placing some in a recycling pile, some in a look-at-later pile, some back in the folders because they need returning.

And then I will forget I ever had a look-at-later pile, and by Christmas there will be so many papers we could use them to pretend there’s snow in every room of our house, which would be the closest Texas gets to snow. Or wear-a-coat weather. Or the charming Christmas chill. You know what, though? I’m going to keep that idea to myself and hope great minds really don’t think alike. The only thing worse than five thousand sheets of paper stuffed under a chair in my room is five thousand sheets of paper boys have spread all over the house so they can “play in the snow.”

I suppose that if this is the price I have to pay to have a little peace from an 8-year-old whose daily grand ideas include starting a vegetable garden in our front yard (cucumbers and carrots are starting to grow in the rose garden.) and selling water art paintings out by the mailbox where I can’t even see him, a 6-year-old who’s always hungry and will eat a two-pound bag of apples if I’m not paying attention, and a 5-year-old who likes to snack on Tom’s toothpaste, then I’ll take it. I’m already winded, but, hey, the school year has only just begun. I’m sure my endurance will improve as the months slip by.

Just don’t ask me if I saw the list of school supplies they need for GT. It’s buried somewhere in my look-at-later pile, so. Cut me some slack.