6am. The girl woke up. Reckon she’s excited on the first day of school. The boy slowly peeled his body off the bed at 6.30am. Stretched his lazy bones and started his day.
There weren’t much changes to their waking up time. It’s been like this since the beginning of time but today instead of getting out of the house at 8ish, we had to leave slightly past 7.
The boy scooted as we walked the girl to school. As she entered the school compound, the boy turned towards me and complained, “Why can’t I go to Jie Jie’s school?”
Soon, my dear boy, soon. Yet, in my heart, I hope that day won’t come so soon. I realised I miss being with my kids. Six hours away from them seems terrible. We know initially they would be six hours away from us and then gradually the hours will only keep increasing.
Irony. For years, I’ve been yearning for ME time but today when I had that two hours of no-kids moment, I actually felt sad. There’s a certain sense of loss which I can’t explain.
The kids and I had a very full and fulfilling school hols during the past six weeks. We were kept busy with playdates, exploring of places, sports activities, workshops and various kinds of meetups. Though at times, they drove me nuts, 90% of the time, I actually enjoyed being with them and listening to their conversations (which can be hilarious).
Okay, I need to stop being so emotional and get on with life. 2019, you’ve been awesome. 2020, will you be equally great?
P.S. I ought to do a summary post on 2019. Tsk