So long, summer
Posted on | August 20, 2006 7 Comments | e-mail | print
Here we are, in the last few hours of the last day of summer vacation. Tomorrow, Iain goes back to work and Owen goes back to day care. I’m kind of having a hard time with this.
Mostly, I’m trying not to freak out about Owen going to the toddler room. He’ll be one of the youngest kids in there, first of all. And yeah, he’s smart, but he’s a little small for his age — 25th percentile — and he’ll be the new kid all over again. And the teachers he’s known for a year and a half are staying behind in the infant room. And if I remember correctly the toddler-room teacher is, ah, less than impressive in the IQ department. And he’s going to be there all day, and I’m not, and he’s going to be hurt that I just up and left him with those manic two-foot-tall people who bite.
I could really get used to Iain being a stay-at-home dad. I really could. And I know it’s going to be good for us to have that second paycheck coming in again, and I know it’s going to be good for Owen to have those children to play with and learn from again …
But honestly, I just don’t wanna. Don’t want to bring him back to school, don’t want to deal.
I suppose, judging by my alarming appetite for chocolate-covered pretzels today, that this is merely the PMS talking. But even if you scrape off the hormonal-crazy layer, there’s that pervasive mother-guilt layer, and that one’s pretty thick and unscrape-offable.
Sigh. Guilt-ridden PMS mama coming through, watch out, guard your blogs and lock up your Tostitos.
Also — I’m kind of coming to terms with the fact that it might be months before I write that linktastic Blogher post I promised. Let’s all agree it might take awhile, OK? Then the pressure will be off and I’ll feel OK to post regularly again.
Also p.s. — The bedroom redecoration project is done, thank fucking Christ. I ran out of creative steam yesterday, just in time to fluff the last pillow. The downside is that I no longer feel like taking pictures. Or even talking, really. I’m spent. And don’t forget pissy and premenstrual.
p.p.s. Owen said his first sentence Friday: “Bye-bye, bird.” Did you check that shit? A comma! Clauses and everything. Told you he was smart.
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August 20th, 2006 @ 10:22 pm
awww! yay for owen’s first sentence! he’s a freakin genius, that boy is.
Reply to thisAugust 21st, 2006 @ 12:41 am
A freaking genius because he comes from freaking genius parents. Redecorating is so beyond me. I am just happy when nothing is knocked over and leaking. I am in awe of you.
Reply to thisAugust 21st, 2006 @ 12:50 am
Ah, poor you. Owen will be okay. Just keep saying that to yourself. Maybe, maybe? take off from work early and spend a lovely afternoon with him?
Reply to thisAugust 21st, 2006 @ 1:03 am
I think you should take the pressure off completely about the BlogHer post and just not do it if you don’t want to, or have the energy to, or can’t seem to muster up the words.
I found I had to stop promising stuff that I might never produce and that I was the one who cared the most about it anyhow. Not to belittle whatever is flitting around in your head, but I mean to say that: You just write whatever you want to write about, and we will continue to read because we like it and you regardless. Yes? OK. Continue.
Reply to thisAugust 21st, 2006 @ 7:26 pm
Awww that is awesome! Such a smart little guy! My mom is a nursery school teacher and they stop crying the moment you leave and have a blast! Don’t worry!
By the way, don’t do the BlogHer post. You already sort of did one in Flickr. Honestly, who needs the pressure. You sure don’t. Now, go eat some chocolate covered preztels in your new beautiful bedroom!
Reply to thisAugust 21st, 2006 @ 10:05 pm
I love you all. And I’m going to take every last drop of your advice, because you are all correct.
Reply to thisAugust 23rd, 2006 @ 9:02 pm
the only thing i have to add is that owen is the smartest baby ever. you [and iain] are raising him wonderfully.
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