I’m having one of those super productive days where I feel like I can do anything. So far I have:
- visited the grocery store, the bank, the drugstore, a hardware store, a Large Evil Bargain Department Store, and the mall, where I hit up several sales, all part of today’s Festival of Errands;
- completely reorganized the playroom, which involved bringing up a whole wall unit from the basement and assembling it (using power tools, y’all, ’cause that’s how I roll);
- cut up four enormous boxes that came with our new shed in preparation for recycling day tomorrow (using a sharp knife/tool thing, because that’s how I roll);
- washed, dried, and folded five loads of laundry, and also changed the sheets on the beds; and
- assembled the loot bags for Gal Smiley’s birthday party next weekend, including making custom name tags for each one.
All that in addition to the usual daily grind of making lunches, doing dishes, wiping bums, and walking all over hell’s creation to pick up kids and drop them at other people’s houses (more on that some other time).
Hear me roar. In fact, I will even treat you to a photo of my new super organized playroom, because that’s how I roll:
This is all in marked contrast to last Friday, which was Little Miss Sunshine’s first day of JK. I came home to an empty house and literally did not know what to do with myself. I put away a little laundry, unloaded the dishwasher, then just stood in the middle of the kitchen with a blank look in my eyes.
It felt too decadent to do something for myself, like reading or surfing, but I didn’t want to start a major project from my to-do list because it was Friday, and I wasn’t inspired to do any writing. Even now I cannot account for about two hours in there. I guess I was just blissed out on the joy of being alone.
People keep asking me if I am sad or wistful or teary-eyed about the Little Miss starting JK. In actually fact I’m pretty happy about it. It’s only 2 1/2 hours a day, so I still get plenty of one-on-one time with her and we have lots of fun events and classes and playdates planned for this year. Plus, she’s really ready to go, and I’m really ready to have two hours a day to focus on some Life Projects For Me, so it’s win-win.
What really got to me last Friday, though, was that we were all five of us walking to school together, happily as a family. But because the Little Miss is a slow walker, and we had to take her around to the front of the school to the Kindergarten entrance, Sir Monkeypants told the older two that they could run on ahead as soon as we were within sight of the school.
So the Captain was all, “Now, Dad? Now can I go? How about now? NOW?” And seriously, it was all I could do not to grab him and tell him NO, it is not time to go, not now, NOT EVER in a very creepy Carrie’s-Mother kind of way. THEY’LL NEVER TAKE MY BABY.
The minute the school was in sight he took off, but he got tired of running so ended up walking about 30 feet ahead of us the rest of the way, so it’s not like he vanished or anything. And yet.
He’s only eight, and already I’m struggling to keep up. It can’t quite be time to go, can it?