Today is the first day of school. Annie is now upstairs at preschool, where the "big kids" go. I was astonished to see her classroom at the meet -and-greet last week. It's starting to look like a real classroom, with a science center, and a writing center where they can practice their letters. She gets to go on field trips this year too. Such a big kid.
My Lucy also started school- which has thrown me for a loop. She's totally ready- and couldn't wait for me to leave the classroom so she could get down and dirty with some crayons. I thought I was such a seasoned parent- and when I took their picture this morning, in their little outfits, with their new Disney backpacks, I suddenly realized how different our life will be this fall. I told Matt I don't want to feel like the family's golden retriever, waiting at the door for everyone to come home- but it will be nice to take a deep breath and reconnect with myself. Honestly, I have to figure out what I'm going to do. (Aside from the mountain of laundry and neverending dirty house that incessantly calls my name).
Did Lucy cry this morning? No. But I did. I threw on my sunglasses, and wormed my way through the crowded lobby of oil Moms talking about their summers and made my way into the steamy parking lot. Then I realized I accidentally took someone else's car keys.