I came thiiiiis close today to the possibility of a house to myself. I met with the school officials about George and as of November 20th, he will be in the Special Education preschool, three-year-old class. Four days a week. From 8 AM to 1:50 PM.
Almost six hours a day. With no little guy to play with, cuddle with, struggle with, keep entertained, or talk to. Tears well up every time I think about it. I know it's the right thing, a GOOD thing for him. But I'll miss him. I was expecting them to say maybe a couple of hours, three times a week. Nope, full time!
So, I thought, I'll be able to get some stuff done around here! Pack, clean, relax, read, design, listen to MY music (not the ever-running soundtracks of various little people videos). Then I remembered. Jason has his surgery on November 14th. And will be on convalescent leave through the holidays.
Lose one kid, gain a bigger one, right?
I asked my blogging buddies what they would do or want if they were Queen for a day. My answer? Um, duh! I would do nothing because I would have SERVANTS!!!!!