So July is upon us. That means that in roughly 2 months my baby boy is going to be starting the 3rd grade. It’s just so hard for me to absorb. It seems like only yesterday I was walking him to his kindergarten class for the first time. He was so nervous and excited at the same time. I cried, of course, but he didn’t. He was perfectly fine. I’ve always been a baby when it comes to stuff like that. I remember when I first went back to work after he was born. He was 4 months old, and for the first few weeks it was so difficult to leave him at the sitter’s house every morning. I had the worst time of it. It got a little easier, but still even when I take him to my mom’s or I drop him off somewhere, or when he gets out of the car to get on the school bus, I feel this little twinge of something inside me. I don’t even really know what it is.

I haven’t anything really interesting to update here right now, because my days have been pretty boring except for the bipolar-ness that I’ve been dealing with. I hope that it passes soon.