It has been an interesting week with both the kids starting school: Liam for the first time with preschool, and Julia with kindergarten. I have to race around town trying to get them to their classes on time, and then race back a few hours later to pick them both up (different schools). I wouldn't call it fun, but it is exciting and I love to see my babies in this whole new stage of life.
Though I have to say, summer went by way too fast. I mean, here we were just starting to get a regular schedule going at the pool. We had our Queen theme song and our snacks and full bottle of sunscreen. We had Mario Head and Spore and Justin Bieber on Youtube (don't actually watch these, they're very moronic and of a fifth grade humor. I spent all summer NOT watching them myself). We had crafts and books, apple picking and laughter. Dammit, we had mountains of cookies!!! Now . . . it's all so quiet. Geez I get melancholy about this stuff. I'm supposed to be excited that the kids are out of my hair for awhile. But I'm not. I miss them when they're gone. I just want them to be a little less annoying when they're home, and not make a mess everywhere, is that too much to ask?
Well, not much I can do about it. And hey, Julia's only gone for the morning and Liam's off on Fridays (we dropped sis off and went and had a donut together this morning). So all is not completely lost. Sigh. It's so crazy being a mom. You're torn this way and that. Your heart is like a balloon that keeps getting blown up till you think it'll explode, then all the air is let out unexpectedly.
There's always next summer.