A new routine. It was--dare I say it?--fun.
A week later, I got Sage off to school for her first time too. Again: Pride.
Gushing, flowing pride, oozing out of every pore of my body.
But suddenly I've come to the crazy realization: I have to do this every freaking day. EVERY FREAKING DAY. No one told me this! How could this be so unexpected?
I have to pack a lunch every day. And find two outfits for them to wear every day. And fight about who gets the pink spoon in the oatmeal every day. And make a sandwich every day. And. And. And.
Exhaustion. Gushing, flowing exhaustion, oozing out of every pore of my body.
I think I'm just going to sign a stockpile of tardy slips at the office in advance. Might save us some time in the morning.