I signed the girls up for a program through the parks and rec department that is in session from 9 - 12 and from 1 - 4 each weekday for the rest of the month. I pick them up and get them fed between noon and one, and then I take them back to the program.
It occurred to me that this is what it's going to be like in the fall, when they're both in school full time. Jack and I got so much done! We went to the office to check one quick thing off my to do list; to Walmart; to the post office; watched a show that I wanted to watch while I put up the groceries; we got everyone and came home for lunch with BJ and Karen, Owen, Kade, and Laney; then Karen returned the girls to the program; I put Jack down for a nap; got some laundry done; ran a couple of errands on the way home from picking them up... I accomplished more in this one day than I did during the whole last week.
It was awesome.
The girls had a fabulous time. They love everything. They love the kids, the counselors, the games, the arts and crafts... Everything was made of fabulous. And I love seeing them shine in new situations. I love the way they just walk in and are amazing. They are so confident. I hope they never ever lose that.
The thing is, though, that while day or two of this is awesome for everybody, I'm afraid that 12 or 13 years of it will be too much. I'm really going to miss them after the newness wears off. I'm probably going to run out of errands. And God help me when Jack starts school. *sniff*
I remember when Mary Grace was little thinking, "It'll be easier when..." and that sentence ended a million ways - everything from "she gains head control," to, yes, "when she goes to school." And in some ways, it is technically easier. But it's hard in ways that I never expected.