Last Monday had me doing something I hadn’t done before. Not ever.
I was at home…by myself.
Sure of course I’d been home by myself before here and there, but not like this. Not with the two older kids in a new school and the smallest at preschool for the first time.
This was the first time in 10 years, I didn’t have a small person at home with me.
The transition for all of them seemed to be ok so far, (how long as a mother do you hold your breath on that one, and say yep, I think it’s ok?) and I was looking forward to getting through a to-do list that was being added to in a disturbing fashion.
Then somewhere between the list onslaught, there sat a little lump in my throat. I wasn’t sure whether to chuckle at the newness of it all or let a big fat tear roll out.
New chapter right?
It’s a bit laugh, it’s a bit cry.
How about you, done anything new this week?
Did it involve lots of tea?