The road to Manhattan has begun. It’s paved in purple and white. Kansas State University is waiting for Kate. Aggieville is waiting for Kate. Emma will already have a home in Manhattan, waiting for Kate.
My baby girl has started 3-year-old preschool today.
Ah! What does that mean for me?
For 2.5 hours, 2 days a week, I am FREE. After 6 and a half years of having a child stuck on my boob, on my hip, or in my arms, I can finally drop them off to learn from professionals. Sure, it’s not exactly a lot of free time. But I will savor every second.
I always have a list of things I would like to do with no interruption from kids:
- Take a shower.
- Take a crap.
- Leisurely grocery shopping
- Lock up my makeup after I caught the girls doing this this weekend:
(She’s SO getting a tattoo at 18. With her tattoo artist sister.)
- Start house paint projects.
- Work on finishing basement.
- Clean floors.
- Pin things on Pinterest that I will never do.
- Have a cup of hot coffee alone in complete silence.
- Prepare dinner.
- Volunteer at the school.
- Find a hobby.
- Possibly take a little nappy nap.
- Stop saying things like “nappy nap” and speak like an adult.
- Maybe actually do something to my hair or makeup to make it look like I really am rested.
What did I do?
I turned my music on, full blast, surround-sound. And I pretended to be Carrie Underwood on a stage singing to my fans – like a rockstar. And then I wrote to you fine people.
My freedom is gone for the day.