School starts Thursday and I am only a little bit excited. OK, I'm really excited. This will be the first time in almost 8 years that I will have a house to myself all day long. (The Hubs will be here too, but luckily we each keep to our own "area".)
There is nothing I love more than my alone time. I absolutely love a quiet house.
I'm talking pretty tough today, because it's only Wednesday. We'll see how I feel tomorrow. All week long as we've edged closer to Thursday I've been thinking about Adolpha heading to all day Kindergarten and every now and again I become a blubbering mess.
Having both kids in elementary school will start a new chapter in our lives. We'll no longer be preschool parents. We'll have "school aged" children now with "school aged" problems.
I remember when Gomer went off to Kindergarten a sweet, loving, kind and gentle little boy and came home a rough and tumble stranger who called me "Dude." Really, he called me "dude" on his first day home from school.
"How was school, Gomer?"
"It was awesome, dude. Oops, I mean, Mom."
When I put him to bed that first night, my little boy cried and told me that his must-have-super-cool-light-up-Velco-Sketchers were "baby" shoes and "everyone" made fun of them. "No one wears Velcro anymore and light up shoes are stupid," he sobbed. He'd been told that Reeboks or Nikes were the only acceptable footwear from here on out.
I learned my lesson two years ago, so this time I am sending Adolpha to school barefoot. I've decided to let her get the lay of the land first before we commit to a pair of shoes. Who knows what girls wear??
Honestly, it probably wouldn't even faze Adolpha. She's so secure in her (odd ball) style that if someone critiqued her shoes she'd probably call their ripped-from-the-latest-Gap-ad look "pedestrian and uninspired," flip her hair at them and move on with her bad self.
I'm also not going to worry about her vocabulary. She already knows "dude" and "awesome" thanks to her brother. Along with gems like "loser" and "awkward." Good thing I'm not worrying, because tonight at her first soccer practice they were trying to come up with a team name and many of the girls suggested names like The Dolphins or The Rainbows. Not my kid, she offered her ideal team name: The Toilet Princesses. (I'd like to apologize in advance to the parents of her classmates who are the eldest in their families. She's going to educate them on Thursday. Don't judge. Your youngest will do it someday as well.)
When Gomer went to Kindergarten, he was nervous and he would have been happy staying in preschool for the rest of his life. (He still talks about those glory days when he could spend entire days building Legos and singing songs without the "pressures" of weekly spelling tests and math homework. I don't have the heart to tell the kid about high school and college.)
Adolpha isn't nervous. She has been begging to go to Kindergarten since she was three. Last year she was down right pissed when she saw friends of hers going off to elementary school and she was relegated to the dungeons of preschool for yet another year. I will be shocked if she cries, but you never know with her. Either way it will probably break my heart a bit. If she cries, I'll feel horrible that I'm sending my baby off to school and I didn't "prepare" her as well as I did her brother. If she doesn't cry, I'll feel horrible that I've raised a kid who doesn't give a shit about me. Either way, I lose.
Gomer is excited to see his friends, but he's not looking forward to sitting still all day. I've done a terrible job making his summer structured and organized. He's going to have a rough start back to school. Good thing he only needs to go two days this week.
We're as ready as we're going to be. We've bought all the school supplies (I do have the requested number of glue sticks, but they are the "purple" ones that we were specifically told not to buy - there were no other choices at any store. I figured purple was better than none. I didn't have to get a poly AND a plastic folder this year, but I did have to go to three different stores just to find the required "yellow" folder), we got haircuts, and the laundry is done so everyone (Adolpha) can have several "favorite" outfits to choose from for the first day of school.
While Adolpha is dreaming of what perfect outfit to wear on Thursday and Gomer is deciding between his Reeboks or his Nikes, I am already planning my first day home alone.
After my crying jag, I'm sure my mother will call to get the low down on how drop off went, I'll post the obligatory first day of school pics on Facebook and bore the shit out of my friends with updates like "Adolpha is such a big girl now. I can't believe how fast she's grown!" and "Gomer is my little man!" and then I'll probably watch inappropriate TV all day in my underwear. I never get to watch "grown up" shows during the day and I miss that. The underwear part is just BECAUSE I CAN.
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