I knew that Manchild starting school this week would have a huge ripple effect on our daily lives. I knew I’d be spending nearly 2 hours on the bike every afternoon to go get him. I knew we’d be waking up earlier to make sure he was on time to class. I knew I’d get more time with Squish.

What I didn’t know was that Squish was such fabulous company. He’s so funny and energetic and helpful and wants to talk and tell me everything he is thinking about (which today was, mostly, the Incredibles). He did that before, of course, but now it is without interruption. It’s The Squish Show all day long and I kind of like it.

I didn’t know that two children – even if they are the younger, less obedient two – are a delight to shop with when you are used to having three little people to keep track of and remind to be considerate and aware of others.

I didn’t know that I was even capable of waking up at 6:30 5 days in a row.

I didn’t know that finding time for Little Miss to nap would be such a headache. Two naps between 10:00 and 2:00 is kind of pushing it, but it’s better than having her fall asleep at 6:00pm, right? And then waking up at 8:00 for another 3 hours? Or maybe I should put her down when we get home at 4:30 and let her sleep until dinner? The jury is still out, and by the time we’ve figured something out she’ll probably be moving to one-nap days.

I didn’t know that pushing the stroller with two kids would be so hard for me. It didn’t used to be. But then, it’s been a while since I’ve done it. (And maybe I should have guessed – I chose to do that after riding over the Manhattan Bridge 6 times in 2 days, and with way too little sleep. (I stopped counting the hours. It made me too tired.)

I didn’t know we’d make it all the way to Friday before we had a major hiccup: forgetting the backpack. With the lunch. I spent my morning delivering it to him. Let’s not do that again.

I didn’t know how hard it would be for the boys to be away from each other, to not be doing everything together. Squish broke down in tears on Tuesday when he realized he wasn’t going to get to drop his big brother off at school, and several hours later Manchild had an emotional break of his own when he found out he missed watching a few episodes of “Charlie and Lola,” which Squish got to watch while I cut his hair.

I didn’t know how having one kid in school would effect my writing schedule. I knew that it would change. And probably pretty severely. I hoped the change would make it easier to write during the day. Turns out, it makes it harder. Which means not only are we waking up earlier, we’re getting to bed later. And just when I’d gotten to the point when I felt like this was sustainable. *sigh* Maybe I’ll reach that point again before too long. (But until then, please forgive my somewhat erratic posting schedule.)

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