After dropping Elodie off at Grandma's this morning and trying to shift from Mom to Jaci The Hawt MILF Office Grunt, it hit me that my life is incredibly busy.
I love it.
Kindergarten has added this whole new dimension to our family life, from making sure we're at the bus stop on time to talking about how Elizabeth loathes Miss OMG's song about "Going to the Mat" and lessons on the alphabet. "I already KNOW that, Mom! I'm not a BABY! I don't SING."
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| OG! To the mat for story time! Tra-la-la-la-LAAA! |
I'm signing up for PTO events, planning Sunday School lessons, trying to squeeze in Toddler Story Time at the library for Elodie, running home to meet the Kindergarten bus at noon, cooking, battling laundry...oh, yeah, WORK...
I'm extremely busy, but after so many years of Sit-On-Your-Butt-While-Dora-Blares-in-the-Background-and-You-Slowly-Die-Inside... This? IS BLISS.
Every day, I'm up, dressed and ready to walk Elizabeth to the bus stop--whether I'm working that day or not. It's a rule I made for myself. I used to drive past a bus stop on my way to work and had such rage for the mothers in pajamas.* It was 9 am. I wanted to lean out the window and scream, "I've been up since 6:30. I fed and clothed a toddler PLUS myself. Your kid is 7, but you can't even put on pants?!?"
All that rage was really pointed at Old Jaci who spent two years struggling to shower because of The Baby, when really? I was massively depressed and purposeless in my new mom/SAHM role.
If the MIL hadn't moved into town and offered *FREE! DAYCARE!* I don't know what would have happened to me. Zoloft and Lexipro can only do so much, you know? At some point you have to find meaning in your life--and for me (FOR ME, I SAID)--SAHMdom with a toddler and long stretches of Open Time To Do Whatever doesn't do it for me. I work best when my life is crammed full and I fall into bed happy and exhausted.
I want to make out with this Super Busy School stage. Maybe fall asleep spooning it. Luuurrve it.
If any new moms still read me: I swear to you, on a stack of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, it gets so much better. If you're Type A (like me) you'll find your groove with school. Not Dora. We can still be Cool Moms!
Umm. Not that kind of cool mom. I was thinking more relatable to older kids...instead of peaking at the toddler stage... Good lord, are we still going to be sporting elastic waist pants when our kids are in HIGH SCHOOL?!?
Hmm. I just lost my point. Meh. It's gone now.
*I realize those mothers could work midnight shift/have newborns/spent all night cooking meth in their kitchens/have a full leg cast and can't wear pants thereby making me a judgmental asshole. I'm okay with this.
