This was my legitimate plan. Seriously.
Those who've been reading along for a while now will know that I set up a countdown timer at the bottom of my blog, marking how long until the Twin Tornado joined their big sister at school (which was Kindergarten last year).
I started that countdown about 20 months prior to the big day. Such was my excitement and determination to make it to that special moment where I could lovingly shove them across the threshold of a classroom for 2.5 days a week of child-free silence.
Come Monday they finally hit the big time - full time, 5 days a week.
I could shout for joy as I suffer through this last, epic, excruciatingly long week of the excruciatingly long summer school holidays.
The end is near.
The end of one era, the start of another.
An era in which I will lounge around the house watching reality TV, sipping coffee, and strategically placing the vacuum and cleaning products around the house right before #1Hubby gets home from work.
There's also a healthy degree of good parenting intent in there too. I'm convinced I'll be a much better parent when I have 6 hours a day to recover before the next onslaught.
Only it won't be like that.
Last week #1Hubby came home from work and advised me that his company will be moving.
I said I hoped it would be closer to home so that I don't have to solo parent any longer than is absolutely necessary thanks to traffic jams.
There will be no issue with traffic.
No getting up early and arriving home late thanks to the commute.
#1Hubby will be working from home.
Motherfu.....
Seriously?
Can I not catch a break?
As soon as I get rid of the little children, the big child returns.
Full time.
Every single day.
Gone are my plans of ignoring house work while catching up with the Real Housewives of the world.
No lounging around in my PJ's sipping coffee.
Not a hope of claiming fatigue via housework when he arrives home, before limping upstairs to lock myself in the bedroom for a couple of hours.
I am completely devastated.
Like, seriously.
More devastated than the good parents who are anxious and upset about sending their kids to full time school.
I am prepared to sell a non-vital organ on Craig's List to fund office space for him.
