On work

School begins in a week. It feels a bit odd to not be scouring Target for teacher supplies and gearing up for the next school year.

And odd as it seems, and as much as I love working and my job, I could not be happier knowing I will not be working this year.

I should also be perfectly honest about this year. This year off is completely, totally, all for me.

I know if we had to put Bug in "school" (fancy daycare) he'd do great. We'd pick a place staffed with those prepared to provide and plan for his physical, social, emotional, and cognitive development. In no way do I have any misconceptions about my being the only abled body to care for my child. I'm also pretty certain he'd end up being rather happy at school and enjoy his time there.

And we'd figure out the crazy morning routine and the even crazier span between arriving home and bedtime into which dinner, bath, and family time is to fit. He wouldn't even remember being dropped off at school in mismatched clothes (dressed by his daddy, and he'd forgive us when he saw the photographic evidence) or my being absent as he worked on his crawling form. He'd be fine. We'd be fine. I'll even go as far to say as we'd be a hell of a lot better than fine. We'd figure it out, and everyone would be happy.

But just so happens that we're able to make it work so that school isn't a necessity this year. And I am thankful for it. I cannot wait for each new day with this child. Really. It is that good. (Although I admit sometimes I can't wait for the day to end!)

He won't remember this year, but I certainly will.