Times they are a changing, my friends. This little world that I have created for myself is in transition, and I’m not entirely happy about it. The truth is that I’ve been sad a weepy for days. It’s not like me, and it’s thrown me (and The Aussie) for a loop.
So, what’s going on?
The long and short of it is that my baby is going to school. Earth shattering, I know.
My darling Lizzie is over the moon with excitement and absolutely can’t wait to go to “big school”. She woke up at the crack of dawn yesterday, got herself dressed, declared that she is a “big girl now, Mommy”, and pestered me until it was time to take her to her first day of orientation.
As for me, I’m excited too. Really, I am. I’m excited for all the new experiences Lizzie and I are going to share as she starts school. I’m thrilled at the prospect of having some time to myself again and some time to enjoy her little sister Grace who will be starting her own transition to “big school” in 12 short months.
I’m going through the motions of planning for this new life with a school age child. I’ve made plans to go back to university part time to earn a DipEd (teaching certificate). I’ve signed up for a new fitness program. I’m trying find me again.
So, why can’t I stop crying?