Today my littlest one starts Kindergarten, sort of. Well at least he goes for an hour to meet some of the kids and start getting used to the routine. I get why they do gradual entry, it’s a bit of a pain and a lot of trips back and forth to the school but in a few weeks I will have 5 blissful hours with both boys safely ensconced at school. YAY!
(And by blissful I mean, i’ll be working, doing my workout, shopping in peace etc etc.)
I thought that I might be a little more wistful about this major milestone, this is my baby after all, but when I drop them off and see all the mums with little ones still in tow and many more years to log before they are school age all I feel is relief. Believe me, it’s not that I don’t love them more than anything on this earth, it’s just that I am ready to really get back to nuturing the long dormant parts of myself and my brain that have been forced into “very part time” status the last 7 years.
And I think this finally answers the “should we have a third” question (Hellz no! Unless we adopt, and the kid is school aged!)