23 August 2017
I wish this picture didn't describe my first day of school reaction every year, but it's spot on.
Every year, I sit around and wonder what I'm supposed to do with myself now. My kids are gone. My job is sitting in front of the computer in my imaginary world, but I can stand up and walk away whenever I want. Truth be told, I probably walk away more often than I should. But mostly, after three months of having my kids home all day every day, I miss them. They give me purpose, along with something to do. Also, I like them. They're among my favorite people.
And one of the worst things is that I feel like I'm one of the only people who feels like this. It seems that everyone is busy, constantly running from one duty or activity to the next. They don't have the time or need to wonder what they're going to do with themselves because they're already doing it. Does that mean along with missing three pieces of my heart that there's something wrong with me? Really, does anyone else feel this way?
So, go ahead and ponder that while I mop up my face. I'll try to buck up and give myself some direction for my life sans enfants.
Posted by Mandi at 1:42 PM