You know how the weeks leading up to having a baby you’re just so done that you’re ready- eager, even- to endure the pain, the pushing, the sleepless nights, the bloody nipples? Just GET. THE. BABY. OUT.
The last few weeks have been like that, but not in regards to the baby- I’m happy to keep him in much longer.
No, I just became so over and done with having my kids home for the summer that I gleefully set my alarm for 6:30 this week, and I’ve risen with joy each day. I’ve packed lunches with love the night before. And not a single tear did roll down my cheek this year as I sent them each on their way, another milestone in the rearview.
They grow up so fast, but not a minute too soon because I AM TIRED, AND DON’T LIKE YOU THAT MUCH RIGHT NOW. We need a break. My heart needs to feel fonder about you, and absence is the cure.
My 2nd baby started kindergarten, and my stone cold heart didn’t feel a pang of sadness.
My 3rd baby is in a classroom with tiny lockers now. Cool. Whatever.
My oldest doesn’t want me to hug or kiss him goodbye at school anymore. Okay.
BYE, EVERYONE!! See you after I’ve had a nap and watched 3 episodes of Orange Is The New Black.