First day of school. Ever.

So- today was Lily's first first day of school. And she actually woke up, for the most part, quickly and willingly this morning. Even though she'd gone to bed later than I would have liked. And she actually sat at the table to eat "breakfast." What she ate was half of a mini-donut, a vitamin, and had one sip of juice. Which, honestly, is more than I thought she'd eat.

Things were moving along well, getting ready. Then, in the bathroom, she looked at Jason and I.. and said "I'm gonna miss you guys."

!

I was shocked. It was a bit un-Lily like.. and just blurted out of nowhere. But she just said it matter-of-factly, not like she was sad about it. So, that was fine. I guess.

We got ready. We got all our things together and headed out the door. Got down the steps. "Don't step in that puddle," I told her. SPLASH. Mud and water everywhere. Of course. So we waited outside while Jason threw out a bag with a change of clothes. When we got into the car, I realized it was just her pants that were muddy and wet. Thank God. Because, I don't know, I wouldn't have wanted to send her to school (especially the first day) with what Jason had thrown out to us. The pants were fine (the ones I told him to grab). The socks were fine (that didn't matter). But.. sandals. Sandals, Jason? Really? Cold, rainy, day.. and socks and sandals. Well, whatever. It was all fine.

At school, the second we got inside.. she was 100% cyalatermommy. She didn't even want to stand with me for 10 seconds while they found her a name tag. She was off and running. When I went over to say goodbye to her.. she was like yayawhatever. Toys! Well, break my heart why don't you, kid.

Noah was sleeping half an hour after I got home. And.. I'll be honest.. I was little like "uuuhh. now what am I supposed to do??" Jason's gone. Lily's at school. Noah's sleeping. I could like... do. whatever. I. want. What? Um. Hmm. Um. Like what?

I watched non-child tv while I ate my breakfast. As in.. I sat. And ate. Food. With no interruptions. Disconcerting to say the least.

Then I did dishes, 2 loads of laundry, swept the bathroom, boiled water for Noah's bottles, prepared a cabinet full of baby bottles, washed the bathroom floor, and drank coffee. And, no one interrupted me. No one needed to be fed. Or changed. Or needed help using the bathroom. Or needed to be yelled at to leave their brother alone. No one needed to have their binky retrieved. 900 times. No one threw toys everywhere. Or did headstands on the couch. Or ripped their brother's binky out of his mouth. Or refused to put their underpants back on. Or screamed at the top of their lungs. Or wanted to be entertained, entertained, entertained.

It was terrible.

(No, it really wasn't.)

(But, if it was like this all day, everyday? Then, yes, it would be terrible.)

(Yes, it really would.)