Starting at a new school is more traumatic for me than it is for my daughter so far. The first day of classes isn't until Wednesday, but I'm completely stressed out about it - and not for her - but for myself. I like to be quite involved at school and I have a whole new set of people I have to meet and try to train to like me. Believe it or not, that doesn't always come naturally to people. My social anxiety is in high gear and I'm not doing to well with it. My days have been filled with too many other things, and exercise keeps getting forgotten until late at night and therefore skipped altogether. I am fighting the temptation to just "wait until school starts" to get back into a routine, but that is not really in line with my plan, so I'm going to keep trying to put my mind in the right place.
Tonight instead of exercising, I was beaten at Killer Bunnies by a 9 year old. Clearly that's why the box says the game is for ages 12 and up. Because mom's will feel sorry for younger kids and let them win. Oh wait, she's only 8. That's worse.
I always get moody and depressed when her bday comes along too. I'm sure Julie can identify with the "letting go" issues as her daughter is about to leave for Spain and mine is only going a mile down the road to 4th grade and only for a part of a day. They grow up too fast. I am a cling-on. She's my constant companion all summer long and I'll be lonely without her - at least until I learn to be independent again which might take a few weeks.
Stopping the rambling now.