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Monday, January 17, 2011

My Pre-Schooler for Only Seven More Days

Empty Nest
One week from today, my youngest child will be attending his first day of school. Just the thought of it fills my heart with dread. My baby will be going to big boy school. He will don the uniform that his big brother has worn for the last two years (not the actual uniform, we are not that stingy as to give him a hand-me-down uniform on his very first day, just the uniforms for the rest of the week are hand-me-downs), but this time it is more heart-wrenching, because he is my last.

No more kindy gym, no more spontaneous cuddles in the middle of the day, no more "I love you Mummy" coupled with said spontaneous cuddles, no more swimming a lap with him on Thursdays, no more special time as we enjoy our spring rolls at our favourite Filipino takeaway in Rusty's Markets.

The beautiful angel that I get to spend my days with will turn into the annoying little brother that he becomes when he is around his older sibling. From 3 pm, the house will be filled with sounds of bickering and moaning about homework.

The positive side is that I will have more time on my hands. What shall I do with five hours a day all on my own?

  • There is always work. I can increase my hours by about 10 hours or so.
  • I can concentrate on finishing the last two subjects of my degree.
  • I can clear my to-do list of all those little projects that always get put off.
  • I can do my walks/runs during the day instead of at dawn, which is actually good timing, because I am starting to lose daylight.
  • I can clean the house on a regular basis, instead of waiting until it is a health hazard.
  • I can prepare dinner during the day instead of way too late in the evening as I have been doing since school holidays started.
  • I can continue my learning about information marketing and maybe actually do something with it.

Looking back on this list, I think I would rather have middle-of-the-day spontaneous cuddles from my five-year-old...Sigh.
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