Today was the last day of Meghan’s daycare. It’s closed down. Officially. She had a lot of kids, so I helped her manage. They put us through the wringer, but it’s DONE. I cannot express my relief at that.
Aaand, of course, I’m also terrified. The daycare has been the biggest source of income for us for years now. We’ve got many plans worked out to replace the income—but for right now, it’s all very uncertain and very scary. Still, my wife is amazing. I have faith in her, and in us as a family.
In other news, I saw the third Hobbit film with Meg on our date night tonight. It was only my second viewing. I’m still not fully resigned to the fact that the series is over now, and I never got to lend a hand. But feeling like I do about the trilogy—that they’re not bad films, but they’re so far below The Lord of the Rings—would I have been happier being a part of the trilogy, and not being totally thrilled with it? Or is it better this way?
Can I let the Middle-earth saga come to an end, sorry it’s gone but glad I didn’t participate in something that didn’t live up to my expectations? Or would it have been better to be there for the last hurrah, proud to have done what I could?
Two possibilities, but I’ll only ever know one of them. It will have to do, until they invent time travel.
I am so, so glad Meghan won’t be running her daycare on Monday.