First Day

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Mah baaybehh! He has gone to school.

For the whole day.

As in 8 whole hours away from me.

I don't know what to do with myself right now. I've spent the past six years with this child velcroed to my side. Sometimes by choice, sometimes not.

I'm sure once I get accustomed to having some free time, I'll find ways to fill it. Hopefully with something that doesn't involve mindless shopping to fill the void that is my broken heart.

At least someone is happy about it:







Here he is on the steps of his little academy. That's what it's called. The Academy. My heart. I can't take it.




Here he has to sign in. All by himself. Without me helping. I feel so superfluous.





And here is the sign that I'm putting up right down the street from the school. It reflects my mood wonderfully.

So here I sit. I've finished the post. I guess I'll go clean the house.

sigh

Here's your sign

I've been consumed by spring cleaning. I've carried more dirt out of this house than I can fathom. When I cleared the walls for washing, I noticed a peculiar thing. I've got a bazillion signs all over my house. When did this happen? How did it happen? I know I must've purchased and hung these signs and plaques, but, really, how did so many accumulate? And why didn't someone point this out and stop me? Believe me, nobody hesitates to point out any other flaws I have. Here are a few of the messages I felt it necessary, at some point, to display in my home.

I included bird man just because he rocks.


The next five are outside of the kitchen door:

This says "If you can read this you are overeducated"

These two are in the kitchen:

See my funky tie-dyed glitter hippy fabric on the nook ceiling?

The great room:
(otherwise known as the living room when I'm not being pretentious)

This one's actually in the hall outside of the loo. (Thank you, captain obvious)

Piglets room
Our bedroom:

Now, poppets. What conclusions would you come to about a person if the only thing you knew about them was displayed on signs around their house? I just wonder what these say about me. Are they reminders to myself? or declarations of my beliefs to those who visit?