In a mere two weeks my life will radically change with the clang of the first school bell.
[Here once lived several sentences of unmitigated glee over this occurrence, but upon second reading I decided that the glee was unmitigated to an unseemly degree.1 ] 2
My girls will be occupied for the whole day this year — the eldest from 7:15 am3 to 3:15 and the other starting just an hour later. The boy will be gone from 8:45 am to 12:15 pm, a whole half-hour longer than last year because of an altered bus route.
For just one year they’ll all be at different schools, which at some point will no doubt cause me to shake my fist at the heavens, but for now all I can see are the three and a half hours every single school day wherein I will be alone, gloriously alone. I can hardly wait!
What shall I do with my freedom, you ask? Will I cavort about naked, picking out a happy jig amongst the abandoned sippy-cups, Barbie shoes and Legos? Will I nap, uninterrupted by everything but snuggly kitties? Perhaps for a few days I will indulge in nothing but hedonism, but after that I’m very much looking forward to a full immersion in work.
Not that I haven’t been typing my fingers right down to the bone over the past three months. I have been. But now it’s time to kick this into high gear, and that’s where you come in. I stand ready to be hired for graphics and site-building services. Wondering if I’ve got the chops to handle your project? Read what my clients have had to say, then message me with your simplest jobs or your biggest dreams.
I’ll get back to you asap, just as soon as I’m done cavorting4.
- I do love my children. They just need to be kept busy. Let's leave it at that, shall we? [↩]
- Thanks to Ephiphora for the info about this super-rad plugin, which I plan on abusing mercilessly. [↩]
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- Really, it will be asap. Like, within a few hours, unless you message me at 1am, in which case it will be more like six hours. [↩]
You are simply awesome.
Made. Of. Win.
I know my parents are almost as excited about school approaching; they said something about college students waiting for the the next semester being almost as frustrating as small children. Can’t imagine why… :P
Just think… you’ll be able to pee in peace!
Peeing! In peace! How novel!
Hooray for aag time! :)
My kid started preschool for the first time ever today and everyone keeps telling me not to cry too much, and I’m not sure why, because inwardly, I’m punching the air. Dude! Time to myself! I love the little stinker, but I can count on one hand the number of days off from being a mom I’ve had in the last three years. I NEED the break.
My lil’est one just hit full day K this year. I miss her being home with me. I like the quiet and lack of constant messes and requests, but I miss my sweet baby girl and her cuddles for no reason. And it didn’t help that the teach sent home a note reminding me of what I was going to be missing out on. Especially since I’d homeschooled the first two for 3 and 4 years before letting them go to outschool (their term for reg. school, not mine. I always had to chuckle with my husband…Outschool–is that where the gays go? *giggles*) Anyhow, I’m excited but my last baby is growin’ up and they wont stop getting older. I’m not getting any older after I hit 45. I’m insistant. On my forty fifth birthday, I will not age a year until my death. After 45 I can be 70, and I will still say I’m 45. I refuse to get any older. I still have 10 years of aging left.