School Daze

Sorry I haven't blogged in a while. I'd love to say it's been an unusually busy week, but it's really been just normal busy.

Even though just a few days ago it was still in the 100s, summer is winding down. (for those keeping track, it's rained since Saturday and been in the 80s since. though, it's been so muggy you'd never know it). This means Beckett will be starting preschool in 2 weeks. I never thought I'd be one of those moms who would get sad and sappy when her kids started school. Rather, I thought I'd relish the new-found free time where I could get mani/pedis and massages. Or, I could mop the kitchen floor without little feet running across it and comments about how cool the wet footprints are. A girl can dream, right?! Well, as the first day of school approaches, I find myself a little sad at the transition our lives are taking. It's not just that Beckett is going to preschool this year, he's going to school for the next 15 yrs. I realize it's not exactly rational to look at it like that, but that's me, Miss Irrationality (if only I could draw Sandra Bullock's salary!) Beckett's school is just 2 days a week, and he'll go 3 hours one day and 4 hours the other. If you think about it, this is approximately the amount of time most 3 yr. olds nap in a day, so I guess I can look at it as Beckett's nap (since he hasn't taken a nap since last summer). Nonetheless, I can't help but get choked up when I think of him not being here with me every second of the day. Even those knock-down tantrums when he can't have ice cream for breakfast!