Hurricane Irene, you frightened me, you made me exhausted. You made me empty furniture from my lawn and stack it in the garage, tarp the sandbox, do all the laundry, do the dishes a million times, fill containers with water. Buy extra water, buy crazy snacks. You made my summer end like some sort of bad visitor that comes and has a dramatic and tiring visit.
But you also made me look at my stuff, like the stuff on the storage side of the basement with new eyes. Like the eyes of an insurance adjuster.
You made me have something to do this week. Clean Out! Make room! Make room for easier, tidier living.
And so with a worn out yard clean up and a tour of the neighborhood, we got out first day school clothes, and packed a school lunch. and got anxiety for something else...KINDERGARTEN!!!
and it was all very very good. And like Irene, a whole lot of over thinking, over something that was destined to be just fine. He loved the structure of it all. Music class. The girl with the Bieber backpack and the girl with the ICarly lunch bag. And he loved recess.
And I loved lots of hours to do everything I planned on. And I had plenty of energy to play with him all evening. Amazing.