This post is sponsored by Sparkling ICE but the content and opinions expressed here are my own.
As the end of last school year approached, I dreamt of adventures galore. No more drop-off and pick-up lines. No more battle of the wills as I went back and forth with my daughter in the mornings. It would be glorious!!
And then reality set in.
The truth is I was in my last trimester of pregnancy and utterly exhausted. We had just moved, my girls were exhibiting lots of “testing” behavior due to all the transitions, and I was constantly torn between my desire to get out with them and simply wanting to nest and rest.
All in all we made the most of it and everyone had a good time. Of course the highlight was welcoming our baby girl, and school started a couple weeks later.
Honestly, this mama rejoiced! I absolutely, positively miss my big girl when she’s in school, but her going back has helped me find more of a rhythm (definitely still working on that), and if I’m lucky I can spend a little time during the day celebrating with my new favorite kind of bubbly!
