(I apologize for the earworm post title. But it popped into my head and now I'm stuck with it and now you all must suffer with me.)
Ike started preschool yesterday. Once upon a time I suppose that would have been a Whole Entire Long-Winded Blog Post in and of itself, but...nah. At least three different people asked me if *I* was okay yesterday, probably expecting a lower lip tremble or a soft, off-key rendition of Sunrise, Sunset, but...nah.
I drove him to school at 9:30. We walked in and he gave me a couple big-eyed wary looks about me leaving him, but then there was some Play Doh so bye Mom, I'm good, I got this. The school is barely five minutes from our house, so I came home, got some work done, then went and picked him up at noon. (He'll stay for lunch three times a week starting next month, but it's not a full-day program.)
We came home and Ike promptly dozed off face first into his lunch because I guess that was some crazy intense Play Doh session.
It's only been two days, but he seems to really enjoy it and looks forward to going there. He's eager to tell me everything about his morning, including that they sing "the song Grandma sings me! About Yeebus! The Yeebus who loves me!"
So another successful transition down, and another major life change taken in stride.
I was bracing myself for some culture shock/homesickness -- right after we moved from DC to the 'burbs both Jason and I hated everything about all of it with such a passion that we briefly debated flipping the townhouse and fleeing back to our old city neighborhood. Thankfully, we decided to give it a little more time and (obviously) abandoned that (terrible) idea. I figured something similar would happen after this move, since once again it's a big leap from where we were before.
It's certainly not interesting enough to be a Whole Entire Long-Winded Blog Post either. We're all really happy. We all really like it here. We love the house and our neighborhood and our proximity to a lot of great places to eat/play/shop. Jason's commute is faaaaabulous. The boys love school and their rooms and alllllll the spaaaaaace they now have to run around, or to collaborate on epic, sprawling Lego worlds. We're getting final estimates on a kitchen remodel this week and I've made my peace with all the carpet, because it's kinda soft and nice and I bought a super old-school Oreck vacuum and hot DAMN, is that a satisfying vacuum. If we didn't have carpet I'd bring it to your house and vacuum yours. But we have a ton of carpet, so...nah.
(Perhaps this entry should be submitted as my contribution to the whole "is personal blogging dead?" controversy because I just wrote multiple entire sentences about my vacuum cleaner.)
(And yet did I affiliate link that shit? You know I affiliate linked that shit. MONETIZE, BABIES.)
Anyway, Ike just woke up from his I'M NOT TIRED I'M JUST LYING DOWN TO THINK not-a-nap so it's time for a snack and probably some Ninja Turtles before everybody else gets home. Life is good. I suppose if I sat here long enough I could think of something to whine about but...nah.