They're growing up, I've realized. Peanut is 7 and Boo is 4, and the really little kid years are gone. No diapers, lots of uninterrupted sleeping, the occasional logical conversation...it's been nice. Occasionally melancholy, as I realize my babies are growing up, but it's good. And fun. These ages really are fun.
So I actually believed we were in the easy zone. The frantic baby/toddler years and all the exhaustion and anxiety behind us. Smooth sailing until the teen years. WaaHooo!
Silly Mama.
We're headed up the stairs for bedtime last Tuesday when Peanut turns to me, "Wait Mama, I can't go to bed yet! My "100 things" is due tomorrow!"
Already?! Already we're going to jump into the homework procrastination dance?! Is there no REST? Not one little phase of peace and order? Must it always be something??????
In a word?
Yes.
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