I prepared carefully for my eldest child’s entrance into kindergarten. I bought his books and everything on his very specific supplies list (two stores and Amazon to get everything “right”). His uniforms all hung tidily in his closet. His backpack and lunch sack neatly hung on a hook in the laundry room awaiting his first day as a scholar.
Day One. I couldn’t sleep well that night and was up by 5 a.m. I lovingly packed his lunch, a slice of his favorite (next to French fries) cheese pizza, a freshly peeled orange, a yogurt smoothie drink, and pretzels. I filled his water bottle, and added a couple ice cubes in case the insulation didn’t last all day.
I put on some classical music (because it sounded scholarly) and made both children breakfast burritos, and orange juice, and got them up to eat. They sat at their table to enjoy breakfast and argue while I dressed, combed hair, brushed teeth, and took care of our pets.
I changed my daughter’s diaper (because someone is being quite stubborn about potty training), brushed her hair and teeth, and put her in a girly pink outfit for the day with matching socks.
I oversaw my son brushing hair and teeth. I helped him carefully put on his brand new school uniform (his first time in “business casual” attire). I put a little gel on the corner of his hair where it was sticking up a bit.
We left home promptly at 7:15 a.m. and drove excitedly to school.
Day Two. Frozen breakfast entrees. Other things a bit compressed, but achieved. Still relaxed and chill, because mornings are “easy”.
Fast forward a bit…
Day Seven. Son sent to his room to find clean uniforms while eating a banana. Lunch scrounged from fridge, consisting of 2 hot dogs, pretzels, and some cottage cheese. Left house at 7:40, but forgot my bra. Daughter probably had a clean diaper. Everyone’s hair and teeth brushed. Found his water bottle on the backseat as we left and hoped it wasn’t empty.
Tried to walk evenly at Walmart for emergency supplies, and my three year old pointed repeatedly to my breasts and yelled “Mommy” as we walked past the bra section.
Day Nine. Parent’s Walk of Shame to sign my son into school at 8:01. Front desk lady quite pleasant, but son speaks of “getting a tardy” at dinner. Glad I had remembered my bra at least, and everyone’s hair was brushed. (We won’t speak of teeth).
Day Eleven. No further Walks of Shame, however this morning my son’s hair was smoothed a bit with spit as I handed him his shoes and half a banana in the car. I am not sure if he brushed it. I have discovered no one checks if my daughter’s hair is brushed and I can brush mine in the car while in line dropping him off. Also, pants are only optional if you are three.
If I focus on him having teeth and hair brushed, uniform on, and lunch of some kind in his backpack, the rest doesn’t matter. I just don’t want any more tardies on
my his record.
It’s eleven p.m. and soon I will stop writing and put his uniforms for tomorrow in the dryer. I have Cheetos to put in with his cottage cheese, so it will be a good day (as long as I don’t fall asleep before those clothes get in the dryer…).
Here’s to being a School Mom!