Seriously. It just happened today.
We've been really excited about DD going to big school and she is such a sociable, questioning and independant thing we feel she will love it despite being very young in the year (birthday is 28th August).
I work 3 days a week and have marking and preparation to squeeze into evenings and early mornings and I had allowed myself to day dream about having mondays and thursdays with time by myself [baby making postponed while I finish some treatment]. I;m disabled so housework takes forever and I was enjoying the thought of getting house lovely then walking to school to pick up DD, carrying home her pictures and reading books......
BUT REALISED TODAY it means I don;t have my Mummy Emily days anymore after Sept.....
After a hard week we had the most LOVELY day together today [reckon she's getting over a cold and a growwth spurt]. We went to park to see a new wooden rabbit, made some CDs and danced while sorting out her room and washing, made lunch together, Mummy cleaned with DD danced and we chatted, made cakes....
I was quite sure I wouldn;t feel like this... but I really do.
How is it?