Tomorrow night is parent orientation at school. How did this happen? I feel like I must have fallen asleep or something because it cannot possibly be the end of summer. Are my kids really a whole entire year older? Is Em really going to be 2 in 2 weeks? GOOD GOD!

People always tell you about the speed of time once you have kids, but until you go there, there really is no way to explain it. It’s amazingly selective too. Think about it. An entire summer is gone in the blink of an eye, yet potty training as a process still manages to seem endless. WTF?

Two short years ago I was dropping At-man off for his first day of pre-school while Em wiggled around in my belly. Every morning I would waddle in with At-man all the teachers would gather, shocked that I was back. “You haven’t had that baby yet?” Obviously not, but I was up for engaging in polite conversation. Anything to stall my having to leave my little peanut at school and drive off all by myself.

Next week Em starts that very same class. Hopefully the mark left by his brother won’t be too hard to overcome. Even harder to deal with is the fact that At-man is starting his very last year of pre-school. I just cannot believe my little peanut is only a year away from “big boy” school. It’s still an entire year away and I am already having nightmares about not picking the right school, missing deadlines and registering at the wrong place.

I am so pitiful. I can’t even think about this anymore. We haven’t even started 4 year old class and I am sitting here at my computer getting all misty imagining move-in day at UNC 14 years from now. I am going to eat my lunch and think happy thoughts about 4. I love 4, and I don’t want to get ahead of myself worrying about the future so much that I don’t get to enjoy 4 as much as humanly possible. Happy thoughts…Happy thoughts…Happy thoughts……mmmmmm.