It has taken four days, but we finally did it. I must say I'm a little bit proud of our little selves. We left for school this morning IN A REASONABLE TIME and arrived--are you ready for this--FIVE minutes early.
I said a prayer of thanksgiving in the car. Really.
A. gets up in plenty of time, but bless her little heart, she's a piddler. A dawdler. A wool gatherer. She knows she is supposed to potty, brush her teeth, get dressed and make her bed. You wouldn't think those tasks would require close to an hour with many vocal nudges along the way, but it does.
This morning though went much more smoothly. And more smiley. See?
This has been A.'s first year to go to PreK five days a week, for 3.5 hours each morning. She LOVES it and, I must confess, so do I.
But what have I done each day in those golden 3.5 hours of kidlet free time?
A bit of stamping and card making. I brought a few things down to our dining table to work on because my craft room is uninhabitable. Make sure you have had your shots before you enter. Clothes, bags and boxes of miscellany have taken over. I'm not brave enough to post a picture, but use your imagination. It's seriously embarrassing. Instead of tackling it, I'm still in the denial and avoidance phase right now. Once anger hits I'll get busy. Maybe.
this from Netflix. It was really good.
Have I vacuumed? No.
Gone to the grocery store?Um...no. See...
I think I'm treating this first week of school as MY own little (selfish) vacation and I haven't wanted do do anything I didn't absolutely HAVE to do.
Obviously the appearance of me being a well-adjusted, mature grown-up has been a SHAM.
Now...when can I squeeze in that pedicure?