It's all about me, me, me

Toddler in Chief started preschool today. Father in Chief dropped him off and I wasn't sad at all. Rather I'm quite elated to start this New Year in a new direction, and it's all about getting me out of my rut. Sure TIC is ready to be in a new environment with new people and new grown-ups and new toys. But lets face it, I'm ready to have him in a new environment with other people so I don't have to listen to his shouting and whining. He sure is exercising his ego recently and he's testing all the limits. So preschool is just the thing. It's a weekly 10-hour break--ahem, I mean quality pre-kindergarten educational experience--for TIC.

But that's not all. Another bonus of TIC being in school is that I'll get to have some one-on-one time with Baby in Chief. But moreover, the real bonus is some time for me, me, me. And it will not include couch time and a bin of Linzer chocolates.

I have bigger plans than that. I'm excited to hunker down and write while BIC is sleeping (oh joyful three naps a day!!). I even joined the gym, and it has a lovely childcare center for BIC. He tried it out today and found that napping in someone's arms while mom is out of sight is quite lovely. Yoga seems to be my kind of exercise. There some stretching. Then you lie on the floor with you eyes closed for a while. Then you do more stretching. More eyes closed. Aaaah. Or perhaps I should say: "Owww-uummmm." But I am very sore after all that stretching. I have not done any official exercising in a long, long time. Yes, the baby weight is long gone--breastfeeding is the best exercise on the planet--but my muscles are sadly neglected.

I even have a weekly writing date scheduled with Aspiring Writer Friend. Today is the first one. I can't wait! So me, me, me. It has been a long time since I have put me first for anything. TIC will be fine. BIC will be fine. And I'm not guilty at all. Then again, it's only January 4.