Wednesday, February 03, 2010

wednesday waffles

I can't even begin to count everything that I'll miss about home once we've moved this summer. But one thing that I absolutely will not miss is our hectic, rushed, unbelievably crazy weekday morning schedule.

I will miss teaching very much. But I'm relishing the thought of being a stay-at-home-mom, spending time with Aidan, volunteering at his school, and all in all, setting a slower pace.

I basically have to be at work by 7:00 a.m. And in order to get Aidan up and out of bed (the most difficult task of the morning), dressed, fueled with breakfast, and loaded up in the car, extreme precision planning must be involved. From there I drop him off at school and then get myself to work, all before 7:15 (at the very latest). Oh yeah, then of course there's the extra nuisance of having to get myself dressed and presentable during all this madness. It ain't fun.

And if even the slightest hitch in the giddyup arises (i.e. rain, a lost shoe, spilled milk, a random tantrum), the whole routine is thrown into a tailspin, and we're both left frazzled -- not a great way to start the day. I've spent countless hours at work feeling guilty about sending my little guy off to school on the wrong foot after a particular insane morning.

So needless to say, I can't wait to spend a bit more leisure time together in the mornings once we're up in Boston. I'm not saying we'll be eating crêpes and drinking mimosas every morning, but the simple fact that I won't be racing around the house like a madwoman at 6 a.m. will be a huge change.

And best of all, I won't be doing it all by myself anymore.

This morning we got a little preview of what's [hopefully] to come.

I have an appointment today, so I took the day off work. Aidan was able to sleep in until 7:30 (this is huge), and then we made Belgian waffles and watched a recorded episode of the new Team Umizoomi (don't ask) that he's been dying to see. Then we got ready and headed out the door for a super day at preschool, with a full belly and some good family time under our belts.

All in all, a TERRIFIC way to start a Wednesday.

1 comment:

Beverly said...

He's so happy!

So am I.

My baby boy.

My baby, baby boy.