The transition from homeschool back to public school did not come without a caveat.
Sure this getting up at 5am is killing me, but someone has to do it.
Sure, getting them to bed early every night is a battle. I fixed it, I decorated their rooms looking like classrooms, they fall asleep the minute they walk in them.
Sure, I'm making lunches EVERY single day, sometimes throwing a cheese stick and apple in there.
Sure, I'm dealing with the extra time in the mirror for my eldest because there are GIRLS at school.
But guess what?
I drop them off it's, it's
quiet.
Like, no one complaining about my Classic Rock station (since when did all my childhood songs end up on the Classic Rock station? About the same time all my childhood toys end up in the antique store)
No fighting over the front seat.
No dueling songs on phones.
Silence.
At first it was unnerving, I wasn't used to conversations with myself again. I wasn't used to thinking uninterrupted. I wasn't used to going to the bathroom with the door open and not worrying about someone screaming.
I was supposed to miss them, right?
Now I feel guilty.
Making myself feel better involved:
A hot cup of coffee consumed before it got cold while reading the morning paper.
A trip to the bathroom without someone banging on the door.
A hot shower long enough setting off the alarms at the local reservoir.
Reading People Magazine on the toilet without someone walking in on me.
Walking around the house naked because I can. (Do not drop by for coffee before 9am)
Breakfast of Salted Caramel Dark Chocolate.
Actually applying makeup.
I think I could get used to this. I have to, there's another 165 days left in the school year.
What do you do with your "alone" time? Do you have "alone" time?
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