It happened, yesterday my middle, teeny baby began all day Kindergarten. And it Was Not Pretty. Well... Tink was pretty AND calm, excited and collected. But her mother?? Totally the opposite."Used to be a Hooker" witnessed my unusual and NEVER seen display of emotion and threatened to snap a picture for Internet Publishing... but I shot her a look which translated something like "Don't you bleepin dare photograph the saddest Mommy day of my life or I will bring the wrath down on you and your family."
Tink woke excited. Dressed in her adorable First Day Outfit. Accessorized with her lucky Tinkerbell necklace, entered her class room, hung her bag and darted directly over to the play section. Done with me.
Wandered around behind her. Confused, sad and desperately trying to figure out how to stop time.
My throat was tight, my eyes were blurred. My mind raced with 'What ifs...'
What if she can't unbutton her new pants for the potty and has an accident and is nicknamed PeePee Girl, for the rest of her life??
What if she can't open her sandwich box?
What if she misses me?
What if I miss her so much it hurts? What if she never hugs me again, continues to age in warp speed and gets married?? I dashed out the side door and Totally Lost My Cool. I was instantly mad at Coach. I'm sure this is his fault. He MADE them grow up.
Because I wasn't broken enough, I had to crawl myself out of my funk (warm fuzzy blankets) to take my baby baby to everyday PreK at Noon. Weird... I barely mentioned the drama of my actual baby going to school... but the honest truth is: Coco is a 8 year old girl trapped in a 3 yr old body. She's been ready to ditch me for YEARS. It's almost a relief to finally let her go to school.
Within a fraction of a second of the truck slowing to a stop, Coco sing-songed "Danks Mom and Dad!!" And suddenly learned to undo her seat belt and tried to open own door, flinging her body from the vehicle.. Like a 14 yr old embarrassed someone may notice her parents dropping her at school.
We made her slooooow down a minute and take a few pictures with friends. Her and St. Patrick..
This next picture was too great NOT to post: Little First Day of School adjustment, I suppose.
Below: Coco and her cousin M.
After dropping Coco at school, I really hated Coach. I mean, now... for the rest of my life... I just HAVE to spend Mondays with Coach?? And then... in like 5 years all our kids will start college and then I will spend EVERY day of my life, just with Coach??
How unfair is that?!
Sweetly Coach said: "What can I do for you?? Can I get you something?"
I sighed and grumpily said: "Yes. Get me a baby."
Coach replied: "Uhhhh, I don't think... I can..."
Me: "It doesn't HAVE to be a NEW baby, I'll just take one of my old babies back."
Coach: "Not sure... but I don't think it works like that."
By the end of the school day, I was hardly any better. My girls skipped out, maybe a little tired but still happy. Smiley Tink and her Best Friend Cousin Twin Forever (Owl) after their first day together.
(I had to snap the pic AFTER school because I was too hysterical BEFORE to school to hang around and catch Owl's first morning.)
Better... except for my new fears that A.) I am unable to appropriately dress my child to remain warm in the morning and then cool in the afternoon... and B.) she will be unable to open her lunchable or C.) she will suddenly forget where her classroom is located and be lost wandering the halls with her tiny legs, lost forever.
So.. I'm getting better-ish.