The Next Thing You Know......

I signed Ella up for preschool a week or so ago. She will begin this Fall in September. It will be for 2 days a week, 2 1/5 hours a day through May. I joke that I am super excited about the time I will get to be by myself....That I will drive her to school in my jammies, open the door and kick her to the curb yelling as I skid up dust in the parking lot, "See you in 2 1/5 hours!"

But, by all means, I AM SUPER EXCITED about it, but I think for maybe a week or so that I might end up pacing the house for those 2 1/2 hours that she is gone. I am thrilled that she is going to preschool. She needs so much more stimulation in her ever expanding world than I am able to provide her. I am excited for all of the things she will learn and do. All of the new friends and experiences she will have. And for the variety that will happen in our schedule.

I am excited. But I am saddened by the quickness of the last 3 1/2 year. She already talks like she is 30 years old....makes decisions like a supreme court judge....and delegates her clean up duties like a drill sergeant (even if it is just to her stuffed animals). The next thing you know she will be moving out, getting married and having a little family of her own! Deciding on a preschool was a daunting task. I am trying to tell myself that the rest of her life is not planned out at this stage. I wish time would stand still....