And I can breathe. Yesterday was Paco’s 1st day of 1st grade. It was also a little parents reunion. My Roman friend came over after and our kids played while we had coffee and chatted. The beginnings of a normal year.
Last night I fell asleep about 9 and slept until the morning (ok there were 2 stops in the night, one me, one Lemon). I am not so controlled that I can make myself got to bed at 10. Oh, I wish…
I spent so much of the previous school year in a blur. The first days, the first months, Steve managed. I did not really step in until March/April. I slowly came to the surface. After a summer of juggling and comparing notes with other parents I feel at ease. Life is busy, but that is our modern culture. So this time last year I did not really even know Paco’s hours, but now I do. I am back to packing the lunches and snacks, taking him to school, checking his backpack, learning about his day.
Today, I was tired, but caught up on some paper work. OK, I did not actually catch up, but I worked a bit on loose ends. Lemon slept well. He was my buddy today, we went to the bike shop (needed locks) then Co-op (needed Wallaby yogurt). Lemon then took a good nap and there was peace and quiet for a time.
Kate arrived to give the boys dinner so I could meet Steve. We had not had a meal alone in months and months.
The date was short, but it was a meal without anyone pulling on my arm, nor complaining, nor asking about dessert. Ahhh a peaceful Viognier on a beautiful evening. A good life affirmation.
Drowsiness wins. Ahhh peaceful sleep awaits.