This year I was 'that' mom. You know the one who can barely keep herself from rubbing her hands together with glee in anticipation of school starting? That mom. I don't want to be 'that' mom. I love my boys and I treasure having them around. Heck, I am thrilled that Tommy isn't starting kindergarten until next year because I am not quite ready to turn him over the real school. But. This year he is going to pre-k five mornings a week and do you know what that means? Do you? It means that this morning everyone got up to their alarm clocks, got dressed and ate breakfast while it was still misty outside and before taking Tommy to school the breakfast dishes were done. It means that Johnny and I went to the gym while Tommy learned things and I still had time to shower, get ready for the day and make the beds before pick-up. It means that at 12:30, we are still on schedule. Score! Oh, how I adore the schedule. I love the order and predictability of school days, none of this wander around in our jammies until noon business that happens in August. Just blissful order. Sigh.
3 years ago