So why is it that the day seems to stretch ever so long before me? Why is the house too quiet? O and J are content with their snack and a quiet activity. Why is it that within an 1/2 hour of getting home my essential chores were done and now I'm going...what are we going to do?
Why does it suddenly strike me that this is only the beginning. Before I know it, J will be in Kindergarten (next year) and O the year after that. O will be starting preschool with J this October. I have been excited at the the thought that I'm going to have 2 afternoons a week free with no kids. For the first time in 6 years? Why does that no longer seem wonderful?
I realize these are thoughts that are only for today. Tomorrow we will settle into a "school routine" and life will continue to move on. Although sometimes, I am still going to question why.