For weeks I’ve been on the verge of tears or having an anxiety attack or both because My Baby is going to Kindergarten. MY BABY IS GOING TO KINDERGARTEN!
Evan: Mommy, I’m not a baby! I’m a big boy!
Me: Shhh! Mommy’s freaking out right now. Please don’t interrupt.
I didn’t have to go shopping because his backpack from last year was hardly touched and someone bought him a really cool pirate lunchbox. Sure, I had to buy containers, and I’ve been scouring the web for excellent lunch ideas. (Any one have any?)
I didn’t have tons of questions at the kindergarten orientation. Evan has talked of nothing else since last week.
I borrowed from the Supernanny and made a morning chart with velcro so that I didn’t have to use stickers and forgetting to put said stickers on the chart. Of course, I couldn’t lay out a plan of which should be done first because that just seemed to anal. I let them put velcro pirate coins under each chore.
So we were up at our regular 6am. I fed Aidan as the boys watched cartoons. They ate as I did as I emptied the dishwasher. Evan and Sean made their beds, got dressed, brushed their teeth, combed their teeth, and washed their faces with minimal prodding. We even picked up toys. I got to shower and dress; while, the boys watched more cartoons. The Husband even got into the shower.
We arrived a little early for pictures and all the fanfare.
As I signed Evan in, I caught him walking into the classroom.
Me: Evan. Go hug and kiss your daddy goodbye.
He turned around. I finished signing Evan in, just to see him sneak into the classroom.
Me: Evan. Come give me a kiss and a hug goodbye.
He dutifully came up to me and hugged and kissed me. Then he ran off into the classroom without a look backwards.
My baby.
In kindergarten.
Sean: Mommy! I want to go to school! I want to go to preschool!
Sshh. Mommy is freaking out. Please be quiet. And come home with me.
