My kids went back to school on Tuesday afternoon. They had dental appts that morning (all good, knock on wood) and I was feeling a little pang that I was taking them back right after. Audrey started preschool again, too. At first, the pang grew, and I felt kinda like keeping'em home one more day.
Then I realized that with all of them gone to school, and once Audrey was at preschool, there'd be a two hour window of blissful solitude. During this time, I went to the store to pick up a few things, and did a couple of household errands that needed tending, then I took a couple of deep breaths. Alone.
Considering I spent the last week searching for a mermaid-Barbie wand in the toilet (found later on my dresser); figuring out how to get Silly Putty off the t.v. remote for my bedroom ("honest, Mom, I sat on the ground, and the silly putty happened to be on the remote, and I sat on it which made it stick right to it"); explained to Ryan that pointing out all the "wwweeeeiii-n-neerrrs" in the grocery store (we were actually by sausages, and he started up again by the hot dogs) in a loud sing-song voice wasn't the best idea; I'm surprised there was a pang at all. I even got to listen to this exchange between Audrey and Ben:
A: "I can't."
B: "Yes, you can. Carry this."
A: "I'm Audrey. I'm only one person. My hands are full. No, I can't."
She said it very patiently, very slowly, as though she were.....me. I'm considering a vow of silence.
Then there was the night, after a long day, when Mr W called from work. "When are you coming home?" I asked, for dinner reasons as well as sanity ones. "In another couple of hours." "Fiiiiine." <thinly veiled sarcasm> "Hey, it's OT, hon." "No, it's CPS," I replied.
All in all, just another week.
We've been back at school, what, three days now?
I'm ready for the next break. No more Mom-taxi, and sleeping a little later....