Whooo-weeee!! It’s so nice to have a schedule again. If you haven’t guessed, school has started at our house, and even though we’re officially starting our second full week, this is the first day that I’ve had to actually sit down and write. About anything.
Just to back-peddle a little bit, I decided to take a little break this summer because life was simply feeling overwhelming. I had decided to take a heavier than normal class load at Franklin that included Statistics, we had some major renovation work done to the house, my laptop died, I’ve been in preparation for a speaking engagement next month, and… I started a job! EEEK!!!!
Even though everything but the goner laptop and job was anticipated and planned for, it sure did make for quite a doozy of an adjustment here at our home. The job is part-time, but that has been enough to throw us all off balance for a while and I’ll definitely be writing about the tears and joys that come with it as we go. Such as my little guy, CJ, being a little put out that he was going to school today while I would stay at home. He was morally offended by the idea.
Yes, my last little one – the caboose, bambino, sweet little baby of the family – is now attending full-day Kindergarten. My house is radically quiet. I can write without interruption. I can go the grocery store without having to strategically miss visual sightings of car carts. I can clean a room and it will stay that way until 3:30 this afternoon.
It feels so strange.
For the first time in 17 years (!) I am without a baby or toddler in the house and it’s a bittersweet, raw moment for me. It’s funny how you can look forward to a period in time and then be surprised by the emotions that come with it. I’m sure that as the weeks move forward Monday mornings will be a pleasant respite from the mom duties that fill the rest of my week.
But for today, it is still new and I’m going to let myself mourn the loss of that stage of my life. I’m going to drink TWO cups of coffee uninterrupted. Cry unexpectedly while I do the laundry. Do everything I usually do in about half the amount of time it usually takes. Call my BFF to cry and laugh a little with her. And bake brownies while I wait anxiously for the sound of my kids’ voices to come through the door this afternoon.
And in the grand scheme of things, I am happy about it all. Life moves forward and I really am grateful that my kids are growing up. It’s a weird thing to say but it’s really what God has intended. And I’m grateful that the chaos of change is settling into a routine once more.