In preparation for the worst, instead of driving all the way home (6 minutes with traffic) I decided to stop off at our downtown apartment (2 minute drive) to do some inventorying of what needs to be done before my Mom-in-Law comes to stay there two weeks from now. I figure when they call to tell me Amelie is inconsolable and they need me to come, I'll be there lickety-split.
So I stop in, look around, realize it just needs a basic clean up that can be done two weeks from now, and decide put my feet up, close my eyes and try to catch the elusive sleep that never seems to come around anymore (I've had insomnia for months worrying god-knows-why about Amelie's start at school). But sleep doesn't come. It's 9:00. 9:30. 9:45. Nothing. So I get up and drive home. I come in and realize the kitchen is a mess from breakfast. I could start the laundry too. But I don't want to do any of that...besides I have help later today that can do that stuff.
That's when I realize what the problem is. I'm the one not prepared for alone quiet time. It has been full steam ahead toddler raising for 2 years. Before that? Full steam ahead baby raising.
I. don't. know. what. to. do.
And why hasn't the Montessori called to tell me I'm needed? Could it be that my gut was right and Amelie is absolutely ready for this and will enjoy herself and all the new stimulus? Is it possible that both my girls are already....there?
