Well the first picture is K's new school picture. I put up last year's because of the difference a year makes. Somehow, while I wasn't looking of course, Little K changed from a little boy to a boy. So I should probably stop calling him Little K. He will always be my baby, but I can't (and really wouldn't want to) stop him from growing up. Speaking of this, we both spent just over a week apart from each other for the first time. Mind you he was three before I went out to eat without him and I have only spent one night away from him in just over 7 years. It was very hard on me, but he handled it beautifully. As we were deciding if he should go on this trip with his dad, K asked me if I would cry. I said, yes I probably will. He responded with, "so long as I don't have to see it. I will be back." So that pretty much set the stage. I did cry, alot. As soon as I pulled away, I wanted to drive right back and take him out of the truck and bring him home. But my rational side knew he needed time with his dad and we did not have any daycare options lined up for the four days he had off of school. K only cried a little the very first night, from then on he was fine. I was much better after the first day and night, but it was still hard to be here alone in the house. I spent as much time at school as I could, didn't complete many projects, but spent a lot of time on them.
2 comments:
I didn't know you had a blog!! How did this never come up when we talked??
After almost three years of having to share my kids with my ex (what little he takes them) I still cry when they are gone. It takes a lot to get use to it, I'm still not there.
I'm glad they spent time together, and I'm glad you had a break. No matter how hard it is, I really believe it's important to have time to yourself to remember who you are! So I'm sorry it wasn't easy but I'm glad everyone survived! :)
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