K and I are alone enjoying five minutes of mellowness before K rushes off to shower and I rouse A and the whole treadmill starts again (speaking of which I should hook up the treadmill). I’m not as depressed as I thought I’d be (yet). Today seems new and shiny and different. I have things to do.
I read this morning about extended pre-school for next year and I thought “Ooo, G,” and then, “But then I’d be here all alone” which was sad, but not the kick in the guts it was a week ago.
And so we adjust.