Every Tuesday and Thursday morning, she wakes up happy, knowing that in just a few hours she will join her new friends in circle time.
As for me, well, I'm getting used to it. I love the alone time, yes, but it's still a very strange feeling pulling out of the school parking lot in a nearly empty minivan. A hush falls over the car and the only sound I can hear is the sound of my breathing. It is a foreign sound indeed.
Also, there's that stray Matchbox car/food wrapper/pencil/unknown toy that rattles around as I turn the corner.
The curse of the minivan.
We always have the best of intentions to keep the car neat as a pin, but that lasts about three days, and I'm back to being the reluctant Mayor of Messy Minivan City.
Enough of my rambling.
Back to me and my alone time.
I love it.
It is always amazing to me how refreshed I feel, and how ready I am to take on the rest of my day.
Today, after my daughter skipped off happily to her preschool classroom, I aimlessly wandered the aisles of Homegoods.
Just because I could.
Homegoods is a place I would never take four energetic children, what with the gazillion breakables, and me not being a glutton for punishment.
But today I just wandered. Slowly. Without a purpose.
As I rounded the corner of one aisle into the next, I saw this sign hanging on the endcap.
My name is Clare, and I approve this message.