And I’m free.

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.

Get used to those backpack straps.












Ah! What does that mean for me?

I’m free!

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
  • Laundry.
  • Lock up my makeup after I caught the girls doing this this weekend:
“I’m a Wildcat, mommy! Look at the pads on my hands!”













(She’s SO getting a tattoo at 18. With her tattoo artist sister.)

  • Gym.
  • Start house paint projects.
  • Work on finishing basement.
  • Read.
  • Write.
  • 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.

2 thoughts on “And I’m free.

  1. I love that you used your freedom to sing like Carrie underwood and write to us! I feel priviledged. Hope you have an amazing free time tomorrow too, almost like a recess for adults. Enjoy!


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