I just experienced the most amazing thing. You have no idea. Or maybe you do. It’s worth its weight in gold, and I think it’s going to end up being my savior.
What is this magic, you ask?
It’s called PRE. SCHOOL.
OMG, you guys. My oldest had his first day yesterday and it was HEAVEN ON EARTH.
He was excited to go and the drop off was a breeze. I squatted down to give him a little peptalk, told him I loved him, asked for a hug, and I got a little choked up for a second and then sucked it back because I didn’t want to lose it in front of him, and then…we left. And he was HAPPY. Playing with the math beans. Preschool has “math beans,” who knew?
I went home dazed. I had no idea what to do. I hadn’t planned this out. Usually I have A PLAN. Well…first things first, I made coffee. And drank it HOT. You heard me. Holy crap, you guys, hot coffee tastes GREAT. It tastes like preschool tuition well-spent. And then I went on FACEBOOK. Because I don’t go on there enough, amirite? I made sure to feed and diaper my youngest, but then…she fell. ASLEEP. And then my head exploded because now I was really lost in mommy fantasyland.
So I did the dishes, put away laundry, and started to pack for my FIRST WEEKEND EVER AWAY FROM MY KIDS (but that’s a whole other post entirely).
I ate lunch. MY OWN LUNCH. It was hot. I didn’t have to share. I still ate standing up for some reason, because hey, let’s not get too comfortable here.
When I picked up the boy after what felt like 20 glorious minutes in heaven, he was still HAPPY. And, ladies and gentlemen, he was still wearing the same shorts as when I dropped him off. Which can only mean (and was confirmed by asking the teacher) that he DIDN’T PEE HIS PANTS on the first day. Angels were singing, my friends.
We came home, he ate the rest of his half-eaten lunch (score!) and then HE TOOK A NAP.
The best part – we get to do this THREE. TIMES. A. WEEK.
Preschool tuition tastes like heaven in this mommy’s mouth.
(I think I’ve lost the ability to complete a coherent thought now, but I think you know what I mean.)