My littlest baby is now three. A “big girl.”
On Monday, just three days after her third birthday, she was scheduled to have her first day of Montessori preschool. After 8 and a half years of continuous togetherness with one child or another, I was REALLY looking forward to that first miraculous day of school for the last one, and the promise of several hours of solitude.
My imagination soared: loud music in the house (and NOT “The Itsy Bitsy Spider”), a good book, maybe even a trip to the bathroom without an audience!
But when I awoke on that much anticipated morning, what should I see out my bedroom window:
Snow. Lots of snow.
Mom of the Year Moment: Was my first thought of the day – “Oh, look at the lovely snowy scene!”
No. My first thought was: “OH NO – A SNOW DAY!!”
I had waited three years for this first day of school and it was going to be a Snow Day! Serves me right doesn’t it? The cruel irony of it all. I just wanted to put my pillow over my head and go back to sleep.
In fact it turned out to merely be a two hour delay, what a relief!
Despite my excruciating Mom Guilt over the depth of my joy on my baby’s first day of school, I was able to pull myself together enough to rock-out in the kitchen to some extremely loud music, unsuitable for children.
I can now set all guilt aside since it turns out that she loves school, and I love my mornings alone. So far, we both seem to be benefiting from the arrangement!