Carson and Ella will both be in preschool two days a week this school year. They start Thursday.
I am BEYOND EXCITED.
Tate doesn’t understand my excitement at all. “You’ll miss them when they’re gone all day, you know that, right?” He’s said this to me on more than one occasion.
The truth is, I’m not going to miss them while they are at school. They’ll only be gone for a total of twelve hours each week. Out of the approximately 72+ awake hours a week I will continue to spend with them, I think those twelve hours while they are at school will be a long awaited blessing.
My excitement is so much less about being away from them, but instead it’s about being able to accomplish things without strategic, long term planning. It’s been almost five years since I’ve been able to make plans completely on my own. Every thing that I’ve done since having kids has either been when Tate is available to watch the kids, or I’ve had to plan errands and exercise around the kid’s meal and nap times.
I’m going to make hair, dentist, doctor, and eye appointments without having to clear the appointment time with Tate or find a babysitter.
I’m going to go to the grocery store without packing my purse full of snacks, Capri Suns, toys, and a change of underwear for Ella.
I can run errands at lunch time, instead of between the hours of 9:30 and 11:00.
I’m going to browse shops with fragile items.
I’m going to eat my lunch in peace, sitting down for the whole meal instead of getting up to refill someone’s milk cup or clean up spills.
I’ll be able to hop out of the car and just run in (to the grocery store, the liquor store!!!, the convenience store, anywhere I want!) I won’t have to unbuckle one kid from his carseat, then run around to the other side of the car and unbuckle the other kid from her carseat, then hold little hands, and slowly make our way.
I’m going to go for a run without pushing Ella in a stroller and keeping Carson from falling off his bike as he follows me.
I’m going to take a shower without an audience.
I’m going to do it on my time.
I’m going to putter.
I’m going to breathe.
I can be independent again, even if it’s only for twelve hours per week.
And in my independence, I think I can become me again. And when I’m me again, I’m going to love my children even more and be the very best mom I can be.
Speaking of the kids going to school, check out their new back to school duds courtesy of TJ Maxx/Marshalls over here!