I’m sitting in my house this morning, alone. I have a long mental list of things I want to do, my brain is racing with trying to decide where to start, OMG. I haven’t had very much time at home to myself in nearly 5 months since we got home from the hospital with Zach. Someone was always here, needing me for SOMETHING. And now, today, they’re all somewhere else.
Maggie started first grade today.
The morning started a little rough for all of us (drama, tears, dramaaaa, shooes, breakfast, eat pleeease, dramaaaa) but we all made it up to the bus stop with the rest of the kids on our street. Snapped pictures of the group, chatted with the other parents, then the bus came and she was off.
Parents are allowed to walk the kids to class for the first few weeks if we want to, and Maggie wanted me to do that today. So as soon as she got on the bus, I loaded Zach and Audrey into the car and we raced the bus to school. She was positively VIBRATING with excitement as she got off the bus and we walked into the building. I LOVE that she was excited. LOVE. I took a terribly blurry picture of her at her desk (blame the fact that I was holding Zach and trying to keep Audrey from destroying the room)
I think she’ll have a great year. I’m so excited for her. Last year was a big deal, yeah, because it was kindergarten! But she was actually at school for fewer hours each week than she had been at daycare for almost 3 years. This year she will be HOME less than ever and while it hurts my heart just a little bit, I know it’s really good for her. She is ready for learning and friends and challenges outside of what I can give her here at home.
And speaking of Audrey, she also had a big day today: her first day in the young preschool room at daycare. And HER NEW LUNCHBOX DID YOU SEE HER NEW LUNCHBOX SHE HAS HER OWN NEW LUNCHBOX LOOK!
After I got Audrey settled in her new room at daycare, I took Zach to the infant room. This was… a lot harder for me. MY BABY. I have been at home with him longer than either of the girls and he’s my last baby and man, I got a little teary as I closed the door and left him with his new friends. I know he’ll be fine. And he’ll be home with me tomorrow! He’ll only be there three days a week! But. Still. Big change.
So I’m back to work. I guess. ? I got home and literally just sat at my desk, staring, like I’ve completely forgotten what it’s like to be a NORMAL person, a non-Mom person with responsibilities that don’t involve poop and snacks and naptimes and breaking up fights over pillows and what movie we’re going to watch this morning. I have a folder full of emails to get to from clients who contacted me while I was off and I need to get my website back up and running and follow up on a few leads for new projects and also do some chores I haven’t had time to do when the kids were here and and and…
Instead, I put in some laundry, ate a donut, swept the floors, paid bills, and now I’m going to eat some lunch. I think I’ll ease into that whole Working Thing later this afternoon.
For now, I’m just soaking up the quiet.