That’s right; the day has finally come: the 1st day of school FOR ALL 3 KIDS!!!! Granted, the little one is only going 3 mornings a week, but since I have had him solely with me since birth, this is HUGE NEWS! HUGE!!!
I’m pretty sure the kids were sick of seeing me basically all day, every day, and I can attest to the fact that I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown after this Summer.
We woke up super-early this morning with squeals of delight from the kids, which quickly turned into complaints because we didn’t have to leave for another hour after they were finished eating breakfast and getting dressed. (I guess I should be happy that the complaints weren’t about having to go to school.) We took the obligatory pictures, Big Trouble tripped and split his lip open (yep, that’s how we all like to start off the school year, right?), and then finally things quieted down, the minutes went by and we got in the car to head to school.
We walked in together as a family but had to split up because Big Brother’s class is in another building across the courtyard. Daddy took the Princess to wait outside of her 1st grade classroom and I took B.B. (dragging Big Trouble along with us). As usual, Mr. Independent, could have cared less whether I stayed to wait with him but he indulged me with some small talk about which classes he was looking forward to.
As the teachers opened the doors to the buildings, I gave him a quick kiss and he disappeared into the sea of children heading to 3rd grade. Meanwhile, Big Trouble began to throw a magnificent fit while screaming, “I go in too!!!” I’m pretty sure Big Brother pretended that he didn’t know us after that point.
When B.T. finally finished throwing himself on the ground, he hopped up as though nothing had happened and we headed off to give Princess a hug.
When we got inside, she was busy coloring and filling out a worksheet. She glanced in my direction, smiled and said she was coloring, and then continued on as though she, too, could not be bothered by my presence. So, I gave her a kiss and continued on my way. 2 down; 1 to go.
Daddy then headed to work while Big Trouble and I made a quick trip to Target for a large coffee for Mommy and a 1st day of school prize for him (in reality we just needed to kill about 30 minutes before we headed over to the preschool and I was trying to test his behavior a little – he rewarded me by lying on the ground as I ordered my coffee and refusing to budge. I was ok with that as he wasn’t trying to escape and quickly started behaving as he saw the pile of big school buses for sale in the $1 section – I thought those were pretty appropriate for the first day of school).
When we finally arrived at the preschool, I handed B.T. his bag and we walked down the sidewalk. As we reached the front door, he realized where he was, dropped his bag at this feet and attempted to take off into a classroom. Luckily, I was prepared for that reaction, so I caught him, grabbed the bag and pointed him in the right direction.
The 2-year-old rooms are down a long hallway and he started to walk tentatively down the path (which is rare for him) but as soon as he saw the big train table and all of the other toys, he took off again, never to look back.
I talked to his teachers for a minute and watched as the other children came in. He is definitely the biggest kid in the class, but hopefully that won’t be an issue for him. It’s so funny to even type that as I had the opposite feelings about my older two (Big Brother is average size height, but on the shorter side in his particular class because he is the youngest and Princess is always the smallest, just like her mama).
As my luck would have it, Big Trouble didn’t need me either and didn’t even notice as I shouted goodbye and headed out the door. Part of me wishes that at least one of my kids would miss me a little more, but most of me is VERY glad that none of mine are clingers because I did get a glimpse of a few this morning and it’s definitely harder to have that on the first day of school!
So, now, here I am at home, writing this blog without a sound in the house. It’s a very odd feeling. A teeny-tiny part of me feels like something is missing, but the majority of my whole being is THRILLED to have a moment of silence. I only have 2 1/2 hours today and I am NOT going to use it to clean or run errands. I am soaking it all in and reminiscing about my baby days, which are clearly gone. On Wednesday, I intend to put on gloves and start scrubbing like I never could before while there were kids around; but for today, I am just a tired woman taking a chance to catch her breath after 8 years of running. WHEW!! 🙂