As another year quickly approaches its end, so does the amount of time my youngest child has left at home before beginning her journey through school. With this knowledge came the realisations of all the tasks I can now get done in one eighth of the time and the things I can do alone that I haven’t been able to do without (the often unwanted) company of children for the past six years.
It’s the simple things that came to mind at first. Like the fact that I will no longer need to try and discreetly slip out of the room to go to the toilet alone, soon I will be able to enjoy my bathroom breaks for as long as I want. I can sit there all day if I truly desire. I can get all the house jobs done in one hit instead of folding one t-shirt and then having to buy plastic food from the ‘shop’. I can pop on ‘adult’ Netflix and watch a movie or show rated higher than G.
However, after I had listed a handful of these ‘positives’ in my head, I stopped because although there are often times when the thought of playing with another Shopkin, Barbie or LOL makes me want to stick one of them in my eye just to get out of it, the idea of no longer having any preschoolers, no longer having any children at home with me, not for even one weekday, leaves me, surprisingly, heartbroken.
Soon, my last little helper, my little shadow, my little entertainer, my little mischief-maker and my little friend will be off to school and my days will unquestionably be very different. These are just some of the things I will miss.