Today I took my little guy over to the elementary school for Kindergarten Round-up. This momentous occasion occurs 26 days before his fifth birthday -- and yes, he's counting. One day he is so excited to be five he is buzzing ("I think I'm gonna like salad when I'm five, he says) and the next he is crying because the magical day is never going to come. It's tough to have a birthday at the end of the month.
For a few days, I was feeling wistful. As an adult, do I ever look forward to something with so much emotion? What in an adult life could be as exciting as turning five?
Then G left for the first long week away, running samples at Livermore. Tomorrow he comes home. Yayyyyyyy ... single parenting sucks. I say that with utmost respect for those who are doing it because they must. I don't wanna do it anymore. I will be doing it again next week. Pluh.
(This other picture is just here to make you jealous. We went to Farmer's Market tonight. It was a little short on the farmers, a little long on the junk. We got strawberries, cookies, kettle corn and candy. So now you understand the word wound-up in the title of this post. I think I might stick with the Saturday market this year. Still, these almost-wine-colored berries are worthwhile. We also got free kites from a bank that had a booth set up. Score!)