Preschool was a huge success. I will openly admit that unlike my disdain for kindergarten preschool is my jam. I love the place. It’s warm and cuddly and everything a parent wants for their kid. There’s rainbows and butterflies and theme days and handholding. They might as well be singing kumbuyah all day in a circle because it’s perfect and that’s pretty much what I picture them doing. They send videos of my kid acting genius, they make me feel like she is advanced and that some day she will be president. So as sad as I was to drop Maia off secretly I was sighing relief that she was going off to the smaller version of Disney World. The normal stuff happened — I cried all the way home. I second guessed my role as a mom to let her go and wondered if I was good enough the last three years of her life. Did I cherish everything, spend enough time reading (maybe I shouldn’t have said no to five books and just read it to her) you know the every day challenges of parenting. 
Now that we’ve gotten through day 1 let’s get into the reality of the week. Up at 6 which is not a big deal. Raj showers gets ready, I shower get in “bus walking gear” basic Red Sox tee shirt, yoga pants, and sneakers to have to change later. I can’t believe how much gets done in three hours. By 7 am Raj has been long gone and occasionally he’ll be home “late” to throw in a helping hand or how I see it basically blow to pieces my entire schedule that I’ve worked so hard at creating which sends me into a complete anxiety ridden crazy person. Now he does actually help by swooping in making his “world famous French toast” followed by clean up. What’s so irritating is how nonchalant about everything he can be making it seem all too easy – I know deep down inside he’s thinking this is so easy why is she always complaining. I could write an entire post on this…
I digress . Breakfast, tooth brushing, lunches and snack (made the night before) double checked, fresh water in lunches, hair blown dry twice in a week is a record, braids and brushing for both kids (let’s not downplay that this is where most of the melting down crying and screaming occurs for all of us). Then the dreaded socks and shoes take what feels like a solid 45 minutes to gather and put on because both children feel the need (and rightfully so) to showcase their independent “I can do it myself” personalities. So I make sure that gets going. We’ve now reached the approximate 7:56 mark and we have 4 minutes to get outside to walk to the bus stop. Quick book bag check *quick note day 2 Emma tried to smuggle gum in her bag, she’s not even allowed to chew gum so of course I was convinced she was already learning bad habits in the big K*. WHERE did the time go?? The bus has not arrived earlier than 8:15 on any day and the new bus stop walk takes all of 30 seconds but what if I miss it? (Back up plans lots of back up plans). Today the bus picked us up at 8:22 so we waited. Tomorrow I’ll leave at 8:10 I think. Now back home to change get Maia looked over for preschool she picked her outfit it’s fine. She put clips in her hair also fine. Sneakers look good. She’s ready. Time for me to get dressed and “ready”. Run up stairs grab what’s in the closet that looks decent for an event at work tonight throw it on no time for triple checking today. Time for makeup? 8:35. Nope. Put my bag together while Maia is asking questions from downstairs that I’m half answering. Run down the stairs and get ready to walk Maia to preschool for 9. Done! Wow I’m exhausted and the day has barely just begun. Now I’m not naive this isn’t all that bad but it’s definitely more than I ever accomplished 5 years ago before 9am so to take a step back and look at what’s going on it’s pretty amazing and I’ll pat myself on the back. The remaining amount of my day is pretty much scheduled with day to day Red Sox stuff which I’ve been doing so long it all seems to fall into place a bit. Arrival at home around 10pm is surely late for an old lady that likes to be in bed by 9:30 and of course missing out on bedtime and after school just plain sucks but it’s only for a month (hopefully two) and work is exciting right now so I’m all in everywhere. Sleeping is for November and that’s also the time to be thankful which I’m damn sure I will be.