My littlest just turned 4 over the weekend. Four - it's like the age in my head when things start to get so much easier. Leading up to this birthday, I'd done lots of nostalgic thinking but also excited dreaming about what the fall will bring. As of September, both my kids will be in school, and I will have my days to myself. That sounds selfish but I mean it in a literal way - like as in, my days will be managed according to my own needs, mostly. This is huge.
I'd been thinking about this birthday lots, leading up to it. It seems crazy to me that already I am finished with babies - life is so much easier now and we sleep all night.
I have this really romantic idea of what my days will look like once these two are in school - hope I'm not being delusional. I know I'll miss having Lenny at my sides, and that feeling of really being needed all the time - I see that disappearing with my oldest already.
Which is why I'm trying to work up the courage to ask my landlord if we can get a dog - something small and full of love (Cocker Spaniel?) - I know he hates dogs (!?) and is generally against pets, but he did buy his 7 year old daughter a Bearded Dragon which is waaaay grosser than a dog.
Anyway, I got up at 5am so that I could write, trim some prints, and draw a hilarious portrait of somebody.
Back to work.
Happy Thursday folks,