Back to school: Hallelujah!

for the past 18 days, my newly three year old daughter has been nothing short of my shadow. I’m sure I’m not supposed to say this but I might be losing my mind.

sure, I’m usually a little crazy but this is a whole new level of bananas. I find myself quietly sneaking to the other side of the house in hopes of a moment’s peace.

right now, for instance: she decided to set up her baby doll station in the family room so I tiptoed to the bedroom to get on my computer a sec. it didn’t take her 2 minutes to find me and relocate.

everything. dolls, toys, blankets, sippy cup, errant bits of play dough. And now she’s announcing I need to move because she doesn’t have enough space.

for. the. love. of. God. 3 more days!

of course, I realize it is my privilege to be able to just take this time to hang with my kid. we’re lucky enough to have that flexibility. that being said, I knew when I became a mom, I would be my best self if I continued in my career.

for me, there’s something to the routine — the purpose — the wardrobe. seriously, no reason to wear 5 inch heels around the house to play hide and seek…unless it’s with David…and that’s another blog…

so, we’re in the homestretch. hallelujah.

I’m trying to just breathe and relax and enjoy but it is so much easier said than done. I’m sure I’ll escape to the bathroom several more times. I’m sure Liv will find me immediately.

(She may have been KGB in a past life — or a freaking blood hound.)

we have baked cupcakes. we have visited the zoo. we have gone to the pool. we have hosted friends and family. we’ve grocery shopped. we’ve cooked countless meals. we’ve binged on all the G rated movies On Demand offers.

we’ve frequented the park and the playground. we hit the county fair. we barbecued and “camped out” (let’s be real — I don’t sleep outside). we’ve sang karaoke, practiced guitar and pretty much played our butts off during this break.

and when she starts this new chapter at preschool this Friday, I know I will be immensely sad. I will miss her being on my heels, chattering constantly, insisting on doing everything I do. and I will probably tear up when I drop her off.

no, it doesn’t make any sense but I know you completely understand.

wish us luck!