Today is the last full day of just Bebe and I hanging out. Ever.
Tomorrow is her very last day of preschool, and Brett has taken vacation days for the rest of the week. After that, the other kids are on summer break, and then in the fall she’ll be going off to school with them, so this is the very last time it will be just the two of us.
Until yesterday, I’ve mainly been focusing on the fact that I won’t be her sole source of entertainment/ and I sure as hell have been looking forward to next year when I can finally Be. Alone. All. Day.
But then it occurred to me this was the very last time being home all day with a preschool kid FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, and now I’m super depressed. (Got some hormones helping me on that count as well- thanks biology)
But seriously. End of an era. It has been THREE YEARS of just me and the Beebs- I’m pretty sure with the exception of my own parents I’ve never spent that much time with anyone person in my life. She’s practically my best friend- not in some creepy “I’m the cool mom” way, but just generally in a ‘you’re the only person I actually talk to most of the time’ way.
Maybe less pathetic than that sounded.
I asked her this morning if she wanted to do anything special for our very last day, and after she cried about kindergarten being scary (whoops), she asked me for orange juice. Not exactly what I had in mind, but it’s a start.
Onward and upward, little girl.