I am sipping a cup of coffee, reading through a few blogs and listening to my clothes spin in the washing machine.
This may sound boring, or a million miles away from whatever you are doing this morning, but this is seriously music to my ears.
Harrison has started preschool. His second week began this morning at 9am.
Last week, in order to stave off the emotional wave of my baby being not such a baby anymore, I made appointments for preschool time. Haircut and eye check up kept me busily occupied through the two mornings and I only had a few minutes to act like a big baby.
This week, I figured I could handle it.
I am proud to say, that I can. Mostly.
Harrison is clearly loving preschool. They play on the playground, have a snack, sing songs, read books, and then he completely zonks out when I pick him up. In the last week we have already noticed such a positive impact. He started speaking clearer (Sesame Street is no longer Shitity Stweet!) and in more sentences (Mama! Wub my back peeeeasss!) And sharing is no longer a completely foreign concept. Kind of.
Being around 9 other 2 year olds for a few hours a week is turning out to be so good for him. My fears of him being a weird kid that only wants to cling to his Mom are fading fast.
So this week, I decided to relax. A little.
At almost 6 months pregnant, I am feeling about 10 months pregnant and my doctor is going to yell at me if I don't give myself a break soon, so it's time.
I have shirts to tie dye, laundry to fold, blogs to read and all of the other Stay At Home duties that I normally have. However, now, I have a little window of time while my son plays with friends at school.
And I can peacefully drink my coffee without doing the Hot Dog dance.
(If you don't know what that is, consider yourself lucky.)
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