Leaving the Nest and Going to School

Diz. Ang. My kids have done it again. Growing up without my permission, that is. This time they were both the culprits: Savanna in the form of going to kindergarten, and Julia in the form of starting second grade. I got back home from dropping them off on Monday and I thought to myself, "Did I really just take my baby to kindergarten?" Why yes, yes I did.

Thankfully, they have both transitioned beautifully, which I must give them credit for doing in the wake of so many changes this summer. (Like moving. Twice.) And, I, for my part, am doing better than I thought. I teared up on the way out of the building, I will admit, but in dealing with all of the craziness of the past few months, it is excellent to have some sense of normalcy and routine in my life once again. (Also, grocery shopping without three children in tow today for the first time in Idon'tknowhowlong was like an early Christmas miracle just for me, packaged in a shiny, kid-free shopping cart and wrapped with a Fry's receipt.)

I love them. I miss them. I am ecstatic to see them at the end of the day. But so far, they are thriving.

And so am I.

Uh, is it just me, or are regular clothes SO much cuter than boring uniforms?