Next week, I am sending my youngest to preschool. This will be my first child to attend preschool. I always figured if I was making the decision to stay at home with my children, I should go all out. In fact, we were originally going to homeschool, but I failed at that too.
The Montessori school we have found is, without a doubt, the best choice for our girls. A preschool program is, for sure, the best choice for Lorelai. But, I can’t help but feel a little guilty—like I’m pawning her off on someone else because I can’t handle her myself.
Which is mostly true.
But, my life is different than it was 12 years ago. I’m not “just” a stay-at-home mom anymore. I work. Full time. With no daycare. It’s a challenge, but I really wouldn’t have it any other way. Except for 9 hours each week when I’m looking forward to uninterrupted time alone.
On Monday, for the first time ever, I’ll be dropping all 3 of my kids off at school with no real plans for the rest of the morning. I’ve decided to spend the time shopping with my mom, but once the novelty of being alone, taking naps & shopping at leisure wears off, I’m planning to plot out 9 hours of productivity each week.
Okay, so that will never get old, but I’m giving myself a week of leisure. And guilt. I have in my head that I should be nostalgic or weepy about dropping my “baby”—my last, little girl—off for her first day of school. Instead, I’m just excited.
How’s that for Mother of the Year?