alone

I am a sucker for milestones.

It's been ten years since I was alone all day and even then I spent my days commuting to the city and working hard. Times have surely changed and as I dropped my (gulp) last KINDERGARTNER off at his first day of school today, I couldn't help but tear up. Believe me, I want the peace and time to grow my business, but I will miss them and all their sweet silliness beyond words. For weeks I've been feeling a bit like I'm standing on the edge of some great unknown, armed with only the information that I must jump, soon. This morning I jumped.

So as the last little birdie leaves my nest for the majority of his waking hours, I forge ahead into another of life's phases, excited about the future and oh so grateful that together, Mike and I made it work. Somehow, without delving too deep into debt and exhaustion, our efforts and will allowed me to be at home with these wonderful little beings that I doubt I deserve. Today, I just feel blessed. And that, as they say, is that.

In hindsight, I'm thinking the timing of all this is just a bit off. Maybe my whole world shouldn't be flipping over on the eve of the monumental birthday I'm about to experience.

And then again, maybe the timing is perfect!

forgive me.... buttcheeks.

Some folks might avoid posting this little gem all together, but I cringe at the thought of this lovely memory not making it's way into the family vault. Sadly, I received one of those calls today that all parents dread. The, "the other day when Finn was over..." call. I knew something was awry before she even uttered a word.

Apparently, after many minutes of suspicious high-pitched giggles between Finn and his buddy, my friend finally intervened. When she asked what they were playing, "The Buttcheek Game" was their enthusiastic answer. Hmmmmm.

Now, I'm not exactly sure what The Buttcheek Game entails, nor do I ever want to know. What I do know is that, while it must be flipping hilarious, an updated "private parts" discussion was in order and commenced within in minutes.

I can't pretend to understand why silly body parts, stinky smells, farts and burps appeal to these mysterious creatures called boys. I can't imagine what goes through his five year old mind when I start talking about private parts, inappropriate touching and all that necessary stuff. I guess I don't need to understand. I'll just take it as it comes, one buttcheek at a time.