Time to hit the books… again

Quite a few years ago when my oldest was just starting pre-school and I was a nervous wreck about it because good lord all the tears, not to mention that I had to literally drag him out of the van into school two days a week, I read something someone posted about how happy she was that school was starting back up again. She posted a photo of herself literally jumping for joy at the bus stop, and I remember thinking to myself that kind of sucked. At that time I couldn’t comprehend how she could be that happy about her kids leaving her every Monday through Friday, but now, four kids into this whole parenting gig and I get it.

I now know she wasn’t jumping for joy because she didn’t love her kids. I believe she was jumping for joy over the return to normalcy, having her routine back where backpacks would be lined up by the front door every night and kids would be in bed at a decent hour. I believe she was jumping for joy over knowing her kids would be doing important things like LEARNING again. I believe she was jumping for joy because she knew her kids would be spending all day with their friends and would have a hard time declaring I’M BORED! with a straight face when they stepped off the bus. And maybe, just maybe, a little part of her was jumping for joy over the few hours of alone time she would have everyday to take care of mundane tasks and herself. And you know what? All of that is okay. Totally okay.
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Character tees and dirty feet

Yesterday I came across the feed of a woman on Instagram that made my jaw drop.  It’s probably one of the prettiest feeds I’ve ever seen, and her kids (as many as I have) were dressed in the most beautiful muted-colored linen clothes, complete with Birkenstocks and straw hats.  My immediate reaction was, “I wish my kids dressed like that!” and then it was, “I bet they never eat hot dogs.”

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Back at it… sort of

I say “sort of” because it’s not like I was ever really “at it” in the first place.  Yes, I had a blog before, but no, I never really posted anything on a regular (or semi-regular) basis.  That silly blog had a way of making me feel guilty for not posting, like a fifth child I neglected, so I deleted the damn thing.  I’ll show you, neglected blog!  No more guilt over here!  But then a weird thing happened.  I started to miss it.  Probably because I’m not really loving Instagram as much as I used to, but I’m not here to talk about algorithms or the other weird stuff that goes on there.  A blog just felt like a better, friendlier, less stressful place for me to share.  Share what?  We shall see!

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