The Last Day

It's done. The Stanley boys are officially Moose Hill Kindergarten alumnae. Jeffrey disembarked the Kindergarten bus for the last time today.


I suppose I should feel a little sentimental.

But those sentimental feelings, I'm just not feeling them. At all.

You know that light I have talked about over the years? The one that was really dark and then slowly, it got brighter and brighter over time? That light. It is practically a floodlight now. And I can't help it; I just want to dance in that spotlight light. Why, you ask? Because in a little over two months from now, when the big yellow bus rolls up to pick up the kids for their first day of school, Jeffrey will be getting on that bus with his brothers. And he won't be returning home until somewhere around 3:30 PM. Do you know what that means?

That means that I have done my time. I have been home for the boys in their early years and now I can rejoin the great employment world. Oh, I am already employed. I have been for the last couple of years, actually. But it is just 10 hours each week, and really, it's more like a hobby than a job because it's a great job and I love working at my church with really great people. But I am eager to add more to the income because the older they get, the more we seem to spend on their extra curricular activities. Okay, the activities are just soccer, but multiplied by 3 and eventually 4, that is a lot of soccer money.

So. Seven hours, five days a week -- at least in a typical school week -- with NO shortlings at home. That light is probably just reflecting off of me, because I am surely beaming about what is yet to come.

But first, summer. Bring it.