When I took this picture of the kids at the end of June, I felt so worn-out by the school year (and looked it, too - judging from any of the pictures with me in them...GAWD!)Â but, what I remember most from Mini-Me's graduationÂ from nursery school (besides being impressed byÂ how Little ManÂ was very moved by theÂ end-of-the-year program to the point of...hysterical...snorting snot and crying, "Mini-Me is...[SNORT]...growingÂ up...[SOB]...sooooo fast!")Â Â is how much we all looked forward toÂ spending a nice, long, hot, quiet summer...at home.
Who was I kidding - it was one of the wettest, coolest, stuck in the house with four very cranky children and I can't believe it's over, already sort of summers we'veÂ ever hadÂ - I guess one out of four ain't too bad, right!?!
But - now that it's finally over and I've got the whole house all too myself - I'm surprised that I still feelÂ very unsettledÂ and can't seem to decide what to do with myself.
Because, it's not like I don't have anything to do, it's just that - havingÂ to pick between cleaning the house, food shopping, or doing the laundry...uninterrupted -Â well, it's sort like being granted three wishes...wetting your pants with excitement...and then staring out into space with a blank look on your face and not knowing just what in the hell you would wish for first!
Sort of like my response, especiallyÂ these passed few days, whenever anyone has asked me:
"So, what are you going to doÂ with all that spare time you have, now that you don't have any kids home...anymore!?!"
My husband went into work late, yesterday (heaven forbid big banker dudes give him a whole day off!) to bid a fond farewell to our baby girl and for morale support...mine.
"She's the last ofÂ our little mohicans!"
The teacher's aide nodded her head and looked at me in this sort of...I dunno...you poor, helpless, little (okay, maybe not sooo little) thing!
"Oh, I've stood in your shoes and recently had to send my baby off...to college!"
Thank goodness Mini-Me's teacher showed up (awkward silence be gone!) and started giving out name tags with Mini-me being the first one to get hers.
"I remember you from orientation...your name is Mini-me...right!?!"
She looked over to her father and me, smiled and nodded her head.
"Yep...and I 'member you...'cause you thought I was soooo cute...wight!"
Needless to say, Mini-Me had an awesome first day at...what used to be..."Big bruhver'sÂ school" - as did the rest of the mohicans - and so did I!
Even if I still look...well...just look at all that eye baggage...and what's with the cheeks?...UGH!
My husband took me to breakfast - sure that I would be a basket case -Â and we hadÂ to eat and run (literally) so that big banker dudes wouldn't have to get all...you know...nickle and dime...on his sorry ass.
"I've got tons of stuff to do...there's a pile of mail on my desk that I need to go through...not to mention laundry...and tons of stuff that don't fit the kids...I need to sift through...before changing over the closets for the fall...and I've got to organize their rooms...better...before I can do that...which reminds me...I've got to get the garage cleaned out...before I can finish renovating the kitchen...and re-finish the dining room...I was hoping to start this past summer...but, not before I finish wallpapering our room...I started...three years ago...oh, crap...but, I'll have finish painting Little Man's room, first...and...um...are you okay, Hon?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was listening...no...really...it's just that...somewhere in between...my eyes started glazing over and I think I felt another brain cell crash and burn...but,Â don't let me interrupt you...go right ahead...and enjoyÂ your tasteÂ of freedom...without me...okay?...m'kay...buh-bye."
Okay, so like, the kids have half-days this week...but, Monday...I'll have the whole day to myself...and for my first wish...I'll have a...um...I'll have a...um...you'll have to excuse me...at least forÂ the next few days...if I sound a little...you know...dazed.
AndÂ you're more than welcome to join me...as IÂ begin a newÂ phase...and adjust intoÂ my new life ofÂ motherhood...uninterrupted.
Just, remember to knock first!