Remember when you were a kid and your Mom would wake you up for school? You'd beg and plead to be allowed to stay home sick? (You didn't have to actually BE sick of course). Remember how good it felt when she said yes (it happened rarely in my house) and you got to go back to sleep?? THAT'S the feeling I get when I send the kids off to school and return to an EMPTY house. Now don't anybody go gettin' their panties in a bunch...
I love my kids. I ADORE my kids. My kids are the reason I was born and the reason I get up, everyday, and try all over again. However, I have six of the little mutant creatures. They're school day is the only thing standing between me and an extended stay in a padded cell.
Not that my day is all that exciting. Laundry, cleaning, bottle caps, bows, layouts. Whatever I can find to fill the day. It's the simple fact that I can do it in SILENCE.
No one is going to interrupt me to break up yet another sibling argument. No one is going to come screaming into my bedroom, so loudly and horrifically I'm expecting to see mass quantities of blood or at least some protruding bone. Instead I'm met with a red faced 7 year old who saw a bee in the bathroom.
It will be MONTHS now before the child will enter that bathroom without first thoroughly inspecting it for bees and other insects. The kids hates bugs. HATES them.
So yes, I do feel a sense of relief when they're all safely in school. Particularly today. With all that is going on right now I NEED this time to regroup and brace myself for whatever is coming next.
We smiled at each other this morning. My husband and I. It was done tentatively on both sides. Almost as if we weren't sure if smiling was allowed. It's not much. It's the most meaningful interaction we've had in five days. And it's a start. Rome wasn't built in a day.
Have I mentioned that patience isn't one of my stronger personality traits?