Wednesday, August 24, 2011
The gooberlings are now at school. I dropped them off, despite C's dismay that it won't hurt them to ride the bus. Oh we've done that, brother! Not going down that road again! Yes, I understand it saves gas, but out of babes' mouths come the worst of things. Things that I don't want my two birds hearing or knowing anything about at their age!
Now, I told you I had a great long list of things I was gonna do to celebrate being home alone and I was all pumped to do them. You know it's coming, don't you? But, I am frozen stiff with the overwhelming realization that my tiny munchkins will be at school ALL. DAY. LONG. It's harder than I thought. I'm used to K being gone until 3 during the school year, but the man, he only went 3 half days to preschool and I was so accustomed to having him here. Whether he was quietly playing in his room or trying to coerce me into a wrestling match where I would finally give up because he's just way rough and I couldn't take any more, or if I was attempting to complete one of the hundred million things on my agenda and he was interrupting at every step of the way. I do, I miss them.
Now, I find myself making coffee and buttering bread to console myself. Maybe then, I will get myself together.