You bet your butt it is! At this point, everyone in my house is heartily sick of each other. Even Kee is starting to ask "does Beege have school today?" every morning.
I cannot WAIT until school starts.
Beege is super excited about meeting new faces and tackling the new challenges of grade one. She has actually asked, her eyes sparkling with joy, "do you think I'll get to do homework this year?" We're pretty much set: new pants to replace the ones that are magically two inches too short, her very first lunch bag, a haircut so that her hair no longer dips in the toilet... we're good.
Kee and I, likewise, have some big plans. We're going to go to story time at the library, we're going to explore the neighbourhood and find all the parks that we may have missed, we're going to have picnics and spend afternoons "reading"* to each other. It will be the Kee and Mummy alone time that we never got when she was a baby.
There is one tiny fly swimming around in the ointment of our otherwise unfettered joy; the seven AM wake up call.
I know, I know, it's seven o'clock. Not exactly the crack of dawn. But? I've been spoiled. I'll freely admit it. Beege has had school in the afternoon for two years, and it's allowed us to have a very leisurely start to our day. Ten o'clock might very well have seen us lounging around in our pajamas.
So, you see, this getting up at seven thing is going to take a little getting used to. We are very much not morning people. It has also taken us as long as two hours from the point we started getting ready to the point we arrived at school. Which is across the street.
I'll let you know how it goes.
*Kee's not quite reading yet, but she does have some favourite books memorised.