Never alone

Today's 100 words:

It's another quiet morning as I sit here at the computer, up before everyone else in the house, trying to work my way through a massive to-do list that ties my stomach in knots--appointments to make, thank-you notes to write, errands I have to run--yet despite the chaotic thoughts swirling through my mind, a sense of peace nudges in the background: You can do it. It will be okay. I am with you, and I take a deep breath and look at the brightening sky and believe, really believe, that I am never alone.

Two types

Today's 100 words:

There are two types of people in this world: those who are never late and those who are. I fall into the former category; my husband falls into the latter. This morning, the hubs had an 8 a.m. appointment at a car repair shop about fifteen minutes away. He left the house at 7:58. I suggested that maybe he should call on the way and tell them he'd be late, but he wasn't interested in that. "Oh, they won't care," he said. I disagree. I'm just glad I didn't have to go with him. My anxiety would probably kill me.

One more week...

until my son starts preschool. I'm nervous and anxious and scared. At the same time, I'm excited and happy for my little boy, who can't wait to start his new journey.

Preschool was one of the first things I thought of when I woke up this morning, so it became the subject of today's 100 words:

I'm getting more anxious about the fact that my little boy is starting preschool next week. He's so excited, and I'm glad for that. But I'm also nervous and sad: nervous because I've never had to let someone I don't know care for him, and sad because the start of preschool means the beginning of growing up--and growing away. I won't have him here with me anymore, at least not every day; he'll be taking his first steps on the road to independence. I know he'll love school, but the realization that I can't be near him every minute is so frightening.