How do people send their little children off to school? I mean how? I’ve held it together as the days ticked down towards kindergarten. I haven’t cried, and I’ve done minimal (for me) complaining and worrying. I’ve tried to make the most of the Summer. But in just a few days he’ll be gone every afternoon, and I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself. I mean, I’ll figure out things to do – probably clean a lot, and hopefully write a lot more and maybe take naps sometimes when all the pondering has been pondered, but what on earth am I going to do?
Yeah fine, that sounds melodramatic, but Snert’s been my constant companion for five and a half years. He’s my best buddy, the one who forgives, the one who looks at me like I matter. He’s the joker, singer, pretender, costumer, eater, weapons-master, snacker, and laugher in my days. He matters. He freaking rocks, and I already miss him so badly.
I just really really like him is all. And I wasted a lot of our time together, and I’ve never regretted anything like I regret that.
My heart is going to plop into his dirty pocket next week.
He’s so dirty.
He’s going to love it.
And it is not about me.
And I am grateful he’s healthy and here.
It is only half-day kindergarten.
I’m still sad for me.