Today is my eldest son's first day of kindergarten. And I'm a friggin' mess. He's fine, but I'm a disaster. Yesterday I freaked out for a minute because I thought I got the dates confused and that he missed his first day of school. Not only did he not miss his first day of kindergarten, but my meltdown occurred around 10 am, and he is in the afternoon program, which doesn't start until 12:30. I freaked out anyway. Because I'm insane. Everything is fine now. Except that I have to take him to school in like four hours. He's been to preschool for two years now, but there's something different about kindergarten. It's bittersweet. It's awful and wonderful all at the same time. I'm so proud and happy that he's growing up the way he's supposed to, but I want to freeze him just the way he is. Last night I made sure his little bag was packed with all the supplies the teacher requested and I labeled everything with his name.
I may or may not have cried a little.
My husband likes to bust my balls by saying things like, "He'll be off to college before you know it." Ass. This coming from a man who is planning to come home for lunch today so that he can be here to see his 5-year old off to kindergarten. Don't let him fool you. He is mush when it comes to our kids. Mush, I tell you.
They're probably going to have to pry my son out of my arms when I drop him off today. I'm totally going to be THAT mom. I'm sure his teacher is wonderful and that he's going to have a fantastic day full of songs, crayons, and snacks. I'm also sure that tomorrow will be much easier for me and that I will likely look forward to when they're all in school and I can get a break. And maybe pee alone.
But today is a different story. I'll have to take my other two kids out for the afternoon to distract myself and make the time go faster. You can't tell when someone's crying if she's wearing sunglasses, right?