Impatience (Or Dread, I Can't Decide).

Feeling a little like I'm not ready for the next three weeks. This week is Chance's week of practice kindergarten, the week after that is my first week back to school, followed by Chance's first week of official kindergarten, which ends the same day as my due date. Sound like too much? I seesaw pretty regularly between feeling like there isn't enough time to deal with it all to feeling like I'm going to be pregnant for eternity. (The real truth of it all is that I could be pregnant anywhere from two and a half more weeks to five and a half more weeks. Or I could go into labor five minutes from now, but I scoff at that theory.) This is a positive in the sense that I have some extra time to finish what needs to be finished.

Chance's first day went off without a hitch. We all got up in time, got dressed and ate breakfast without a problem, and made it on time. He left excited and came home excited that he gets to go back tomorrow. I was never that worried. He's been independent since infancy. Shamus has now begun talking about when HE goes to kindergarten. I'd bet any amount of money he and I will not be so cool come his turn. I can not lose that kid lately, his Velcro baby tendencies have totally resurfaced. James came up with the genius idea to make him a little bed on the floor of our room. He's not using it every night, maybe every other. I'm not getting kicked all night (at least externally, anyway) so I'm ok with it. Hopefully it's not permanent. Perhaps a newborn that cries at all hours of the night will make his bed look more appealing. Or he'll be a thirty year old man that sleeps on the floor of my bedroom...