Last night I started to type out this blog about how I was so excited about the boys starting school today.
I waxed all poetic-like about how I was being so selfless for not being depressed. I went on and on about how I was doing such an amazing favor to my children by making this whole experience all about them, instead of all about me.
Gee, what a good mother I am, I raved, teaching my kids how to focus on the present and not get caught up in the past or be intimidated by what the future holds. I gushed about how my kids were going to excel from here on out thanks to my fantastic attitude this morning on this very first day of school.
And then I went to bed. Shut my laptop, climbed the stairs and fell right to sleep.
Did I pack their backpacks full of all the brand new school supplies they needed for today? No.
Did I reread the drop-off instructions so I wouldn't have to search for them the next morning? Nah.
Did I bake the muffins and make the orange juice they requested for their first day breakfast? Nope.
Did I at least go to bed early, so waking up @ 5:45 AM to do all the above things wouldn't be so difficult? Of course not! After all it was midnight and dangit, I was tired!
Wow, I am good. Definitely, completely, selfless. So not 'all about me'.
I was so proud
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