Friday night I got dressed up and wore big fat flowers in my hair. Today you will find me in spandex and a t-shirt, my hair in a bandanna – the last day of such nonsense since tomorrow I will have to be in some work garb. Oh the work attire – translation: neither flowers in my hair nor spandex on the bum.
I just dropped Lucia off for her first day at “big kid school” as we have been calling it, which essentially means that I just took her to daycare – the must-do worst part of a working mommy’s life. I have had myself several good cries, one of which I just dried up, another of which is surely on its way. I have to keep telling myself that everything will be okay. I know it will. Change is hard. I am at least happy for the last couple of months home with little Chee. But otherwise, not feeling so floral today.