This morning, I dropped the kids off at their respective schools.
I know.
Can I explain to you how magical it is for a parent to have two hours and fifteen minutes to themselves, three days a week? The answer to that is, pretty damn magical. Thank you, sweet, sweet pre-school. I haven’t been alone on a regular basis, in a silent house no less, for seven and a half years.
Seven. And a half. Years. Just the QUIET alone. Those kids of mine are apparently a noisy duo. The first two days, I couldn’t even bring myself to turn on the radio because the quiet was so magnificent.
This morning though? I almost danced my way out of the classroom. I was the mom in the SUV, giant smile on my face, blasting Vanilla Ice and singing every word, just because I can. Then I got home, to my quiet house and picked twelve pounds of tomatoes from the garden. Homemade tomato sauce? Heck yes. Did I mention it was quiet?
I might even shower before noon!
I have much, much more to tell you. Including explaining what I’ve been doing all summer. I intend on doing just that, but for now, shhh… thirty more minutes before I have to pick the little one up.
