{"id":153,"date":"2008-08-12T16:59:32","date_gmt":"2008-08-12T22:59:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.scottnkelly.com\/blog\/?p=153"},"modified":"2008-08-12T16:59:32","modified_gmt":"2008-08-12T22:59:32","slug":"welcome-to-the-jungle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/scottnkelly.com\/blog\/2008\/08\/12\/welcome-to-the-jungle\/","title":{"rendered":"Welcome to the Jungle"},"content":{"rendered":"

Disclaimer:<\/strong> For the last 8 years I have been very satisfied with my job description. My thoughts on this day in no way reflect a desire to do anything differently — just that as we move on in this journey, the times, well, they are a changing . . . and today they did!<\/em> \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

Today was the kids’ first day back at school — which in addition to being a landmark event in their young lives, also represents a landmark event in mine.\u00a0 Today was the first day in 8 + years that I’ve spent entirely alone. I don’t mean vacations or mom’s day outs or when you pay a babysitter because you are so totally desperate to grocery shop alone (What? You don’t do that? Really, you should consider it . . . it’s life altering) I mean dropping off all 3 of your babies at school and then coming home to do\u00a0 . . . what?\u00a0 What do I do? For 8 years I have spent my days chasing newborns, then babies, then toddlers, then preschoolers and of course varied and sometimes, scary<\/span> exciting, mixes of those stages. So, here is what I did for all of you who want to live vicariously through me and my first day of freedom<\/span> er, first day of school.<\/p>\n

6:34 am Sit bolt upright in bed and wonder why the alarm hasn’t gone off<\/p>\n

6:35 am Alarm goes off<\/p>\n

6:36 am Slump back down under the covers and wish the alarm hadn’t gone off yet<\/p>\n

6:40 am Realize the alarm DID go off and now that means\u00a0I must get up.\u00a0 Drag self out of bed, grab work-out clothes pre-arranged by awake self the night before (so we know they match, unlike anything I would pick out in\u00a0my current state) and put them on.<\/p>\n

7 am Caffienate<\/p>\n

7:02 am Fix hair, finish packing lunches, pack backpacks (because I’m nice and it’s the first day), brush teeth and take pictures.<\/p>\n

7:20 am Herd squirrels<\/span> kids into the car<\/p>\n

7:40 am Remark how amazing it is to be on time – silently pray it will happen again. Ever. Take kids to respective classrooms and marvel\u00a0that no one cries.\u00a0 No one. Should I be offended? Proud of how well-adjusted they are? I decided not to spend time thinking about this — in case\u00a0I<\/strong>\u00a0started to cry.<\/p>\n

8 am Meet with cafeteria staff to review carb counts and menus<\/p>\n

8:30 am Sit in my car. Alone. Wondering how this happened to me!<\/p>\n

9 am Exercise — why? Because I’m alone and I can. I chose Wii Fit for 1\/2 an hour — and no one else even asked me to play!<\/p>\n

10 am Visit a friend — why? Because I can!<\/p>\n

11 am Chiropractor appointment (about 3 months overdue) — why? Sense a trend?<\/p>\n

12 pm LUNCH — whatever I wanted. I chose Gyros. Yummy — and NO SHARING.<\/p>\n

1 pm Nails done — why? (O.M.G the freedom, it’s going to my head!)<\/p>\n

2 pm Shower. You know, from the exercising I did earlier and because I felt like it.<\/p>\n

3 pm Pick-up 3 tired kids who all enjoyed their day. SUCCESS!<\/p>\n

So there you have it. I did make a conscious choice not to do any housework, errands or general “work” today because it was my first official day on the lam, but I do realize it won’t always be that way. \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n

And just because it really does seem like yesterday that these kids were BORN, here is proof that they are all indeed of legitimate school-age.<\/p>\n

\"Happy<\/a>
Happy Squirrels!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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