A Rough Day (Warning: May Be Too Sappy For Some)

School started for the girls last Wednesday (9/5) and I had the rest of the week with Everett at home. He started this last Monday (9/10). It was a hard day for me. I brought him into the classroom and he found his spot right away and sat down and started coloring his page. He barely looked at me. I took some pictures then felt a little awkward because I was the only mom that actually came into the room! I gave him a hug and he kissed me, but after that he wiped his mouth off! I left the room and walked the green mile out of the school. As I was walking back to the van it felt strange to not be holding a little hand, or looking behind to make sure the little duck is following behind mama duck. I was a little teary.

I drove home quietly thinking to myself about how I've waited so long for this day. Thirteen years I have had at least one child home with me! As I rounded the corner into our neighborhood the waterworks began. I cried and cried. It was bittersweet. I went to Lonna's, an older neighbor friend who raised three boys. She opened the door and all I could say was that I just dropped Everett off at school. And left him there. She held me and we cried together, then she got me a cup of coffee and we sat on her porch swing looking at the lake, watching the birds, and chatting about this and that. It was good therapy.

After school I thought Everett would be tired and worn out since it's all-day kindergarten, but I thought wrong. He was a bundle of energy, talking excitedly about his day.

So I thought I'd share my rough day with you all. It's good therapy too. I'm starting a new chapter where I'm working 10-2 while they are all in school and I'm back in time to pick them up. I'm thankful for a flexible schedule. And I'm thankful for all those years I was able to be home with my children. So far, I've been able to keep up on housework as well!