Wednesday, September 2, 2009

First Day of Kindergarten

Yesterday was the first day of kindergarten. Some Mom's cried. Other's rejoiced. I just wanted to get them there on time (did I, you ask? Meh, close enough).

The one thing we really didn't consider in all of this is that we live 15 minutes from the school without traffic. With traffic? Who the hell knows. So we need to get the rhythm down that we leave 15 minutes earlier than we did yesterday (today was a bust, left at the same time...hopefully traffic won't be bad for them).

Back to the first day.

Being a Catholic school and yesterday being the 1st day and all, the morning involved the entire family. We got there and did an art project downstairs. Follow in His footsteps is the theme for the year, so the kids had a foot picture to decorate as they wanted.

As usual, I had Little Man and Gumby had Baby Girl. Little Man started to draw our family on the foot.

"That's you Mumma!" (big smile, so that's good)

"And that's the Duck!"

Gumby's new name with the kids is The Duck. I won't go into it, but let's just say he doesn't talk like Donald Duck :)

After the project there was a special Mass for the families. It's been a while since Little Man was in church. He was so frickin' squirrelly. But we survived. Barely.

Next up was a special performer in the gym. Good God in Heaven, aren't we done yet?!?

Er, I mean, cool.

At the end, Little Man and I left for the day and Baby Girl stayed. Her first full day. And I was excited for her and she was super-excited.

I decided to make her some Apple Nut Muffins we'd seen Paula Deen make the week prior on Foodnetwork (yes, Baby Girl was watching with me and asked me to make them).

Things got a bit off schedule with making the muffins, but Little Man and I were to her school in plenty of time to pick her up (because there's no frickin' rush hour traffic at 3 PM!).

Out she comes. Into the sea of parents cheering and laughing and having a general celebration. And holy shit did she scowl at me.

"How was your first day sweetie?!?"

"Bad. I don't want to go to school anymore." she snarled.

OK. Time for plan B.

"Say goodbye to Mrs. NiceLady."

"Goodbye Teacher."

No hug, no pleasantness at all.

Whoa nelly.

Into the car we go and I try to get to the bottom of the crabbiness (other than sheer exhaustion).

"So what was wrong with the day Baby Girl?"

"I don't want to go back because a little girl in my class got hurt by a boy."

"Well, I'm sure he didn't do it on purpose honey. It was an accident."

"NO, Mom. He said he did it on purpose."

"Did you hear him say he did it on purpose?"

"No, but I'm sure he did."


"OK. You can't say he did it on purpose if you didn't hear him say it, that's mean."

I then proceeded to get yelled at for not sending her with a spoon (oh shit, now I just realized I forgot to put one in today's lunch too. Fuck.) and that her teacher was yelling at lunch.

"She was yelling at students?"

"No, she yelled for another teacher to grab a milk for her."

Oh good grief.

Needless to say, she was nearly passed out as we pulled into the driveway. Next thing I know, she let's out a hysterical shriek and I nearly drive the car onto the lawn.


"What is it?!?"

"Little Man hit me on the forehead." she sobs.

I look at Little Man who had such a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Why'd you hit her?"

"I was waking her up Mumma."

Personally, I think she was irritating him as much as she irritated me, so he just whacked her for it. Alas, I had to stiffle the giggle and tell him not to hit his sister.

Did I mention I was glad I had to work last night?!?

Other than that, not a whole lot going on. Just trying to get through this adventure.

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