I've had a relatively unintentional break from blogging - you know, Christmas, New Year etc - and still I can't decide whether I should can this thing, or whether it's an invaluable record of family life that I'll treasure later.
So, anyway, here I am.
There has been plenty happening. Christmas and New Year were both lovely - was great to have Shaun back in time instead of stranded at snowy Heathrow. Thank goodness that didn't happen.
The Christmas break felt looooong. I like going to work! But saying that, it was pleasant. And now? I'm about to start doing a third day a week at work, which is fabulous, and the boy is starting kindergarten on Thursday.
This is just about tearing my heart out.
I do not subscribe to the idea that years spin by, because I don't believe they do - not if you're mindful of all the little things that fill a day, a week, a month, a year. That's not the problem. For me, it's a letting go - the end of the 'little' years. Sniff.
I know, I know. It's inevitable. School will be great for him. He's so ready. Etc.
But I've relished all the wonderful years that he's been my little buddy. And now he won't be around as much. Other people will put ideas into his head.
So that's why I was terribly pathetic and cried at preschool today as I picked him up and signed him out for the last time.
Goodbye little guy - you've been an absolute pleasure and delight and marvel. My heart is broken at your departure. But hello school boy - you have so much fun and wonder and challenge ahead.
Let the new phase begin.
