Here we are, at the end of August. I can count the days left of summer vacation on one hand. We did first grade orientation yesterday, we had our meet the teacher today (where I had to describe my indescribably wonderful human in 20 words or less.).
And I’m bummed.
You guys. I’m so bummed. I mean, I’m less bummed at 7 am when they’re fighting over who gets which frozen waffle or whether or not Matilda can walk through Wilson’s construction site in the middle of the hallway.
But right now, I’m sad. I’m sad that someone else will get to spend more time with my tiny human every day than I will. That she’ll adventure without me. That I’ll adventure without her.
As an adventurous mother, I will stare Tuesday in the face and say OH HELLO TUESDAY. GREAT TO SEE YOU. LETS DO THIS. But as a stay at home mom, I’ll swing by the Caribou drive through, order my usual hot drink, and cry in the car a bit while Wilson and I jet set somewhere for the day.
I’m excited to introduce myself. To recap our summer. To share our grand adventures.