So, now you know the truth. These posts are back dated. You are about 2 weeks behind my reality! Now granted, every now and then you catch up, but generally I like to give myself 2 weeks of room.
Why you ask (or maybe you don’t?) Well, for two reasons.
- So I can breathe. Dammitt people, I am a creative. And the only thing I don’t like is having to do something I normally want to do. So, as soon as I HAVE to write, I kind of lose my passion for writing. So I give myself some room and it allows me to write lots one day, and then nothing another… and you don’t get affected with my lapses!
- It makes it less intimate. A lot of the things I write about make me feel. Feel what… well feel anything, everything, all sorts of things. So when I write, I resolve. Once you read it, I am through it. I have fixed the problem, or resolved the issue. I am not sad, or scared, or depressed anymore… even though I was… I got through it by the time the post is shared. This makes me feel better. It makes me feel stronger, and it allows me to share my journey and myself with you… while still keeping control! J
So, back to the post.
First day of school sucked for me.
As any good girl would do when meeting new people, I was up early and showered. I blow dried my hair for the first time in 3 weeks. I did not apply make-up (bravely! We are on saltspring.. I made assumptions) and found something casual and unassuming to wear (yah, I am cool and confident… no need to impress)
I know. Lame. But honestly, I was scared. Scared shitless. Scared as much as it was my first day of school.
See, I never, ever moved growing up. Ever. I still am friends with a girl I met in preschool. I have also never moved since I have had school aged kids before. I mean, when we all started KG we were all new. Now with a gr 4 and a gr1, all the other moms have made their friends and built their routines. And I am new.
And nervous.
Very nervous.
We made lunches, we got the kids dressed. We got in the car.
We stopped the car and I went to the bathroom again.
We started the car.
And we drove to school