Catching up--again.
I think what will happen is that instead of posting separate entries for the backlog of pics I have to post, I will post text only entries and when I get caught up, I'll do a picture post. So much has happened that I would be sitting here for days writing entries. Once I get caught up, I will go back to the regular format.
That said...
Back on September 6, my boy started kindergarten. Greg took the morning off to see him off to the bus stop. Jack was so super excited. He picked out his outfit, we made his lunch together, we packed everything into his backpack and off we went. Here is where I lie and say that I didn't shed a tear. I actually sobbed. I wasn't planning to do that, and quite frankly, I felt like a fool, but I couldn't help it. Every day for 5 years, my son has been with me. Pre-K was only 2 hours a day, so right as I began to miss him while he was at school, it was time to get him. So, it was brand new for me to be without him, and i didn't like the way it felt. So anyway, the bus came and we discovered that it was the same bus he drove last year, Miss Mary was at the wheel and that instantly made me feel more comfortable. He hopped into the bus, waved from his seat and that was that.
The girls and I had to go to the school to drop some stuff off, and to meet the teacher. When we got there, his classroom was sort of chaotic. He came running over to me and stuck to my side. There were about 8 kids crying and their Moms were tying to comfort them. Out of no where, this little young thing turns out the lights and starts singing to the kids, "Stop, Look and Listen!!" They all stopped and seemed curious. I was amazed and was convinced this young woman was a magical elf of some sorts. Well, as it turns out, she was the teacher! She sang again, and they all were just mesmerized. It was at this moment that we left and went to go meet with the PTO for a brief meeting. After that, I went home with 2 kids. It was bizarre.
I did okay up until about lunch time. I started to make lunch and started to cry again because he wasn't there. I would like to say that if I wasn't pregnant and hormonal, it wouldn't have been this bad. I know, who am I trying to kid?
The rest of the day was quiet and calm and before we knew it, it was time to go back to the bus stop! Greg was home early so he went to get him from the bus stop and I stayed back with the girls who were napping. I was dying with anticipation. I wanted to hear about everything. Well, the bus was late which was to be expected. So, I waited, and waited. FINALLY, my boy gets home. He walked with Greg halfway up our sidewalk and then he saw me and BOLTED towards me, giggling, and saying "Mommy, Mommy" over and over again. I cried as he jumped into my arms and told me about his day. I was so...proud...of him. He really seemed to like it and he seemed excited about the kids in his class.
His first day was followed by his second day which was followed by a bout of walking pneumonia which had him home for a week. He's back at school now, he's already learning so much. We do homework every night and he enjoys it (me, not so much.)
Jackaboo! You make me so proud! I love you, little dude. And yes, I will cry on your first day of med school, too. You don't have to run and jump in my arms if you don't want to, though...but I won't be upset if you do.
That said...
Back on September 6, my boy started kindergarten. Greg took the morning off to see him off to the bus stop. Jack was so super excited. He picked out his outfit, we made his lunch together, we packed everything into his backpack and off we went. Here is where I lie and say that I didn't shed a tear. I actually sobbed. I wasn't planning to do that, and quite frankly, I felt like a fool, but I couldn't help it. Every day for 5 years, my son has been with me. Pre-K was only 2 hours a day, so right as I began to miss him while he was at school, it was time to get him. So, it was brand new for me to be without him, and i didn't like the way it felt. So anyway, the bus came and we discovered that it was the same bus he drove last year, Miss Mary was at the wheel and that instantly made me feel more comfortable. He hopped into the bus, waved from his seat and that was that.
The girls and I had to go to the school to drop some stuff off, and to meet the teacher. When we got there, his classroom was sort of chaotic. He came running over to me and stuck to my side. There were about 8 kids crying and their Moms were tying to comfort them. Out of no where, this little young thing turns out the lights and starts singing to the kids, "Stop, Look and Listen!!" They all stopped and seemed curious. I was amazed and was convinced this young woman was a magical elf of some sorts. Well, as it turns out, she was the teacher! She sang again, and they all were just mesmerized. It was at this moment that we left and went to go meet with the PTO for a brief meeting. After that, I went home with 2 kids. It was bizarre.
I did okay up until about lunch time. I started to make lunch and started to cry again because he wasn't there. I would like to say that if I wasn't pregnant and hormonal, it wouldn't have been this bad. I know, who am I trying to kid?
The rest of the day was quiet and calm and before we knew it, it was time to go back to the bus stop! Greg was home early so he went to get him from the bus stop and I stayed back with the girls who were napping. I was dying with anticipation. I wanted to hear about everything. Well, the bus was late which was to be expected. So, I waited, and waited. FINALLY, my boy gets home. He walked with Greg halfway up our sidewalk and then he saw me and BOLTED towards me, giggling, and saying "Mommy, Mommy" over and over again. I cried as he jumped into my arms and told me about his day. I was so...proud...of him. He really seemed to like it and he seemed excited about the kids in his class.
His first day was followed by his second day which was followed by a bout of walking pneumonia which had him home for a week. He's back at school now, he's already learning so much. We do homework every night and he enjoys it (me, not so much.)
Jackaboo! You make me so proud! I love you, little dude. And yes, I will cry on your first day of med school, too. You don't have to run and jump in my arms if you don't want to, though...but I won't be upset if you do.
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