I drop her off at 9am. We get her into her dance shoes and in a flash, she is gone. She has never been shy, and wants every single little girl in her all-girl preschool class her very best friend. I then get 3 hours for just me. At first, it was daunting. Time for JUST ME? What ever will I do? And should I be honest? I totally sat in that parking lot of her school for those 3 hours watching Netflix and Hulu Plus on my phone. I justified it by saying not wanting to waste gas driving the 15 minutes back and forth to go home. But really? I just didn't want to be home all alone.
What about you? Did you have a hard time letting the "last baby" go? Or were you relieved to have some time to yourself?
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