We have finally returned from our holiday travels and are settling into January. It is now that I get to realize that I have actually graduated. My new life as a stay-at-home (during the day) mom is going to take a little getting used to. When I drop David off at class or work, I get the "I'm playing hooky" feeling, and then I wonder what to do with myself all day. Don't get me wrong, there is a long list of things to do (I am months behind on cleaning, laundry, organization, my book list, scrapbook and photo albums that are years behind, and anything else that has taken a back-seat to college and babies. What?! I have a blog?!) There is just a lack of a schedule, a lack of "I have a paper due and I have to shower, change two diapers, eat breakfast, and be at class by 9:30 and who cares whether the dishes get done today, as long as I have some clothes to put on."
I suddenly find that I have time to realize that the purple couch looks like a toddler has been eating breakfast on it, or that I have five mirrors yet to be hung, or that door handle that needs to be replaced.
It will take some time to adjust. To swallow the overwhelming feeling of being home with a 2.5 year-old and a 10-month-old all day alone, to set a schedule, and to tackle the mound of laundry that has been patiently waiting for all this time. It's a new challenge. One that lacks due dates, and there will be no grade at the end. It lacks much recognition. And my name will not be on a list at the end of the semester nor will there be a performance bonus. I will only have my own feelings and perspective to measure my achievements and value. Yes, it will be an adjustment, but it is one that I am eagerly facing. I'm more than a little scared, but I am ready.
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