Levi is in school three mornings a week. I was worried I would be bored. I was imagining I would have time to read books. That my house would be spic and span.
But it's not. Where does the time go? No really, tell me if you know.
One morning I usually play catch up on my one year Bible reading plan. It would be more accurately titled "reading the Bible in 52 sittings." Ok, that is an exaggeration. And, after all, spending my prexchool time reading the Bible isn't actually a bad thing! I would just prefer to wake up earlier than everyone else and do it.
Speaking of waking up, I've adjusted very easily to not waking up early to babysit Charlotte like I did last school year. I'd be embarrassed to tell you my average wake up time.... Let's just say we have to rush to get Levi to school at 9.
It feels weird to have free time. 7.5 hours a week. It feels selfish and yet I know that time is only as selfish as I make it.
Is this like the early stages of empty nest syndrom?