Monday. It begins.
The preparation for Trevy to transition. It's our first official meet n' greet.
The time has come to move on. Get the boot. Out of Early Intervention. Into the school system.
Because...it would seem...three years have whizzed by. And on April 3rd...my baby boy will no longer be classified (officially. Unofficially, he's my last. Thus making it a very real possibility that he'll always be my baby!) as a toddler. He'll be a pre-schooler.
And for whatever reason...it's all very stressful for me.
(shared in a hushed furtive tone)
...a piece of me is looking forward to moving past this crazy therapy juggling chaos...into what I hope to be a more manageable routine. Which includes a couple hours daily of "me time"!
Maybe I'll finally lose this baby weight?!
Cause seriously. Finding all those old skinny pics of me in the basement (why...oh why...did I choose to fight my cabin fever by sifting the junk downstairs?) this weekend?
Not so much with the happy with the curves philosophy!