I am officially the mother of a preschool graduate. I have a whole lot of emotions about this (sadness, pride, joy), but I think the one that stands out the most is excitement. There are some parents that may dread summer break (maybe once my kids are older I’ll hit that point), but not me. Summer break means not having to wake up at the crack of dawn to get my tired preschooler ready and out the door 20 minutes late. Yeah, I said 20 minutes late.
Friday was a normal day off from school, but since my husband woke up with the girls, I’m counting it as day 1 of summer vacay. Yes, vacay; this break is turning me into a tween. I laid in bed until 11 AM. 11 AM, people! It. Was. Glorious. I have this beautiful vision of waking up at 10 every morning to the birds tweeting and my children singing love songs to me. I felt so great getting up. Then I realized how much my body hurt from the awkward position I laid in for so long. But, hey, that’s not bad – I was in bed until 11 AM. 11 AM; if I stop saying it, it’ll become more like a dream. Continue reading “Freedom! Sort of.”