Monday, March 11, 2013
A little freedom
Last week, Miss Pie began preschool - a momentous occasion not just for her, but for me. After doing this "stay at home mum" gig full time for the past three years, I get to have a morning to myself, twice a week. Heaven.
We chose the same preschool the Faery attended when we first moved to LA. She was happy there, and it's walking distance - two reasons that seemed good enough to me. I was a little worried that Miss Pie might not like the idea of me taking off for a few hours, though. When the Faery started, she'd already been in daycare back in Australia, while I worked, so the transition had been fairly effortless for her.
Miss Pie had been gearing up for, and talking about preschool for so long, that when it came to the big day, she barely glanced my way as I was leaving. She almost left a trail of dust in her wake as she headed for the table with play dough. The girl was more than ready. When I collected her at lunch time, I was told she'd had a 'surprisingly' good transition and first day.
As for me? I headed to the local library to grab a book that I'd reserved, and had arrived only the day before. Timing! I also saw another book and, realising I didn't need to rush anywhere, sat down by a large window and began to read. Both books were bestselling memoirs, written by well-known bloggers, and I was curious to see what the big deal was. About an hour later, I'd read enough of the second book to know there was no need to borrow it. Something about it felt... inauthentic. Plus, I'm wary of a woman who (as evidenced in her many photos) gives birth with a full face of make-up and perfectly-coiffed hair, in a room crammed with friends and family, and hands out party favours immediately. I do not relate. Thankfully, the book I'd reserved is a cracker - every night since, I've been chuckling and annoying the shit out of J by reading excerpts to him. For once, I think I'll finish this book before it's due date (it's Let's Pretend This Never Happened by Jenny Lawson, in case you were wondering).
So, there you have it. My baby starts preschool and I spend my first morning of freedom at the library. Rock and roll, eh? It felt decadent, though, because I still have issues with the fact that I ain't bringing home any bacon these days. Once J heads to Seattle, and I'm alone with the girls for a few months, I'm hoping the preschool mornings will be a relished chance to keep my sanity intact - guilt free. I'll need the little breaks.