Wednesday, January 21, 2015


In case you were wondering, I chose the second option yesterday. I biked, I wore my sassy pants and ankle boots, and I felt like I had the world on a string. I did feel better after that.

Today is Evie's turn. She woke up begging for her daddy and her silky. When I volunteered in her classroom yesterday, six kids were absent. There is a nasty thing creeping through the neighborhood, and I think it's her turn.
It's been months since she's snuggled down on the couch to watch Sesame Street after the "big" kids have gone. I've missed having her around.

Yet, it seems weird and somehow wrong. She doesn't enjoy "her shows" as much as she used to. She asked me for a pile of books to read while she watched TV. She asked me if she would feel better in time to go to Library. She wondered if her teacher would be back after being gone yesterday.

She's a big kindergarten girl now, and we both know that. She will be better soon, and back to school she'll go, leaving me home alone again with everything back to normal.

This new normal? It's grown on me.

And it's good.


  1. I didn't realize how much I missed the little kid phase until I'm going through it again with my youngest. With children, each day is a new normal, isn't it.