- There's only 3 weeks of school left! I can't believe that Liam will be finished grade one and on his way to grade two. Or as they call it at his school - he will be an "old middle"
- Liam will be 8!! this summer. Where did the time go? 8 years ago we first found out about the possibility of becoming parents mere months later. So much has happened since then.
- Work is impossibly busy.
- We leave for vacation in 3 weeks! We are off to Sechelt to visit Hilary's family. I'm excited about the trip but the travel time and subsequent jet lag is something I could do without.
- I'm organizing a yard sale for the school on June 5th. It seemed easy enough till I started figuring out everything that needs to be done! At least my attic will have some more space in it on June 6th
- For the first time ever I hired someone to cut our grass. He was wandering the neighbourhood knocking on doors, the price was great and I have way too much to do. So I figured why not? He did a great job so I told him to come back in 2 weeks. I feel quite decadent.
And the biggest one? I just let Liam (age 7 3/4) and a friend (age 9) walk to the school by themselves armed with water and snacks so that they can play at the playground. I may have to follow them to just make sure they are okay. Don't tell Liam though, okay? The walk is easy and one we do every day. It's 2 side streets but they do have to cross a main road at a cross walk that leads right into the schools driveway. I'm sure they are fine, but this is a hard milestone for a Mama!!
2 comments:
Hooray for free-range Liam! This is NOT something to be nervous about. What should make you nervous is the idea that an almost 8-year-old WOULDN'T be ready to go play with a friend at his school.
When I was that age, I went sledding with a friend at the local elementary school, which was about 10 blocks away.
For a second I thought you'd written "the TIME TRAVEL and jet lag" and I was all "Whoa! Andy has a TIME MACHINE?"
Then I realized I just haven't had any caffeine yet.
P.S. Liam is going to be EIGHT?! Oy. My aching heart!
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