Time Becomes the Needle in the Haystack

While Kindergarten is a truly wonderful, wonderful thing (seriously, I think you'll be getting weekly updates consisting of nothing more than me gushing about how wonderful it is!), it has definitely curbed my ability to blog.  Not like I'm being presumptious and saying that I have an ability to blog, or something even resembling an "ability"...  I'm actually referring to my brief, yet very productive time to blog.  Gone is my quiet breakfast hour.  Actually, gone is my breakfast completely for that matter.  I just grab a packet of instant oatmeal (ooh, remind me to tell you one of these days which brand is the BEST, BEST, BEST, EVER, if you like oatmeal!!) on my way out the door to heat in the microwave at work. 

Now how, exactly, has Kindergarten robbed me of this guilty pleasure?  Robbed is an unfair word.  It is a new guilty pleasure that has replaced my blog/breakfast time.  It is the absolute joy I get from walking my princess to school. 

Even in the rain. 

Oh, how glad I am that I don't have to wave goodbye to her on the bus anymore.  I remember, at our last IEP meeting in the spring, how excited I was at the thought of making that journey down the block, over the bridge, and across the playground with Samantha. 

My big girl. 

Being able, finally, to watch her enter the classroom, take off her backpack and jacket, do all of those boring morning routine things that are anything but boring to me.  To me, they're like candy and ice cream and rainbows, all filling me from top to bottom, swelling my heart until it might burst as I give her a kiss and a hug then back slowly out the door, watching her glide seamlessly, elegantly, beautifully into her rightful place among her peers.

It is so worth the time missed tapping out my thoughts while inhaling a bowl of raisin bran in the short 1/2 hour I used to have.  I couldn't have asked for a better gift to now grace my mornings.

So, now, back to the issue of time...  I suspect you may be seeing a little bit less of me here these days.  Even getting a status update or two on Facebook has become a rarity lately.  While I will try to rise to the occasion of October's 31 for 21 celebration challenge, blogging at least something daily (I apologize in advance for whatever may splatter itself across your screen), I can acknowledge already that it will be a stretch.  If I weren't such a TV addict, I could blog at night, but a new primetime season coupled with a dinnertime of 8pm and a personal bedtime goal of 10pm doesn't leave much wiggle room...


 But who knows?  I may just surprise myself and find that elusive needle after all.
   

(For your viewing pleasure, here are two leftover vacation photos, taken in Charleston...)