The Twins Started Preschool: I Felt Different About It Than I Thought I Would
Last week the twins, my babies, started preschool. They are going twice a week for 3 hours at a time. I had looked forward to the day for a couple of years. I fantasized about what I would do while I had free time without any of the kids. But I still expected that I would cry, that I would be sad because the babies, the last babies I would ever had, were gone and replaced with little girls.
But there were no tears from any of us. I was happy. They were happy. I think these last couple of years have been so rough because the kids are all so close in age that I just “went through the motions” and looked forward to the day that I would finally get some peace and quiet back in the house.
The time is here, and thought it’s only been a week I won’t lie: I am LOVING it! Those two hours on Tuesday and Thursday that I have to myself are just what I needed. I can grocery shop in record time. I can clean without the little tornadoes working on re-destroying the house again. I can write. Or read. Or whatever.
I needed this and I am not afraid to say it. I love my kids, more than anything in the world, but I still need time away from them. Just like they need time away from me.
Maybe one day I will look back and long for this time again. That is what my mom and all my aunts and friends with older kids tell me. At this point, I can’t imagine wanting this craziness back. I am looking forward to them being older, more independent.
Please tell me that’s normal. It is right?