Oh my goodness. Twas the night before school starts and all through our house, not a creature was stirring, except for my husband’s spouse. Me. I’m a bag of mixed emotions, and I’m not sure to do with all of that.
Packing three lunch boxes this evening for three very discerning palates, my mind began to dread this task. One likes apples, one likes peanut butter no jelly no crusts sandwiches, one likes pea tendril salads with prosciutto and goat cheese and lemon zested dressing and English cucumbers…lunches are sort of exhausting. I legitimately consider it cardio without exercise because my heart rate gets up there just thinking about it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m blessed with the privilege but you guuuuysss…it’s so hard for this non-cooking woman to come up with somewhat healthy lunch ideas that don’t taste like “water” (the words of my oldest–you can infer which lunch she desires). Le sigh.
The clothes were all laid out by the bedsides with care, in hopes for quick dressing and more time for brushing hair. Or teeth. That’s important too. My middle baby is vain vain vain with no shame shame shame when it comes to her hair. We have to make sure we have enough time in the morning to get it jest right…lest I catch the wrath of that curly headed cutie. She don’t play. Her curls best not be poufy or she will.not.have.it. And my baby boy wakes up with an epic tangle of bed head that has to be coerced into behaving by drowning the hair follicles in water and combing them to attention. Then there’s the oldest of them all. She just had 12 inches of hair removed from her head and I have to say that was one phenomenal idea on her part (that’s punny!). Not only was she able to donate her hair to Locks of Love, but she shaved off a good 10 minutes of brushing and another 10 minutes of fussing. And uniforms. Oh uniforms. A gift from heaven…Who knew “uniform” means “manna from heaven” in Hebrew? Well, it might not, but it certainly feels like it. That for sure buys some time in our morning routine. (I don’t know where that time it buys goes, however.)
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while their mama lay in hers feeling a little bit of dread. Tomorrow morning, I get to walk all three of my babies in to the same school for the first time ever. While I love that they are all in one place, my heart hurts because my baby is at “big” school now. He’s ready, but am I? So much changing and growing and so fast. It’s exciting and sort of sad all at the same time. Time waits for no one. Except Santa. He takes a looooong time. More Le Sigh.
*And this, dear friends, is what I refer to as a pregnant pause. No. I’m not pregnant. (puts wine glass down)*
Ahem. I had to take a minute after writing this prose above some days ago. I got waaaaay too in my feelings for a hot minute and had to regroup…
And then instead of sappy song lyrics all I could hear ring-dinging in my head was George Michael and “FREEDOM” and it feels good. I’m happy to report that I’ve been doing all sorts of things since my kids are all back in school:
–working out a lil’ bit
–hearing silence (it’s a beautiful sound that’s akin to a dog whistle…it can only be heard when the kids are in school)
–eating my chocolate outside of my closet, in the actual light, with no fear of sharing
–using the restroom in PEACE with the door closed
–rediscovering Hoda and Savannah and my coffee
While I love love love my babies, the school and the schedule are so far, so good. I’m sure I’ll have some updating soon, but for now…
Morning drop off: (this time with feeling)
Go and hop in the car, you do know I love y’all,
but dash away, dash away, dash away all!
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