Kindergarten drop off was this morning.
I must say that I shocked myself and didn’t bust out one tear.
I know, right?
I’ve only been talking about how I am going to ball my eyes out for 3 weeks…and then the day comes…and I didn’t even need to wear my water proof mascara. What a waste of money.
P did just fine.
Better than I imagined actually. He is usually extremely shy and, to my surprise, he walked right in and sat down at his desk like he owned the place.
Since we live close to the school we all walked him over for his first day!
I think it was THIS moment below when my mood went from “Oh, we’re going to Kindergarten YIPEE!” to “I’m over having kids old enough to refuse my love!”
Here are some things I have realized about myself after that walk.
When I am sad…
- I give a lot of dirty looks to random innocent people including the guy at the gas station who so nicely tried to hand me a 32 ounce cup for my soda. I just stared at him like, “Yea, you better hand me that cup you jerk.” WHAT???
In fact, my sadness really just turned to straight up bitterness. I can’t exactly explain why, but I will tell you…if you see me today you may want to stay far far away. I’m in that I-will-punch-you-in-the-face-if-you-look-at-me-wrong kind of a mood. I’m thinking I should tell my husband to stay the night at his office.
2. I like to eat a lot of candy. As in, I just downed 17.5 of these mini snickers.
I’m about to move on to the homemade chocolate chip cookies staring at me on the kitchen counter next.
And don’t be surprised if I pick up P from school and say, “Don’t you want to go get some ice cream for being such a big boy today?” Because adding an extra 5 lbs to my hips should surely cure my mood.
3. I am acting like I just lost my favorite Michele watch. Depressed. Angry. Tired. Ticked.
I’m not even on my period for God’s sake.
All of this disturbing behavior just because my son is off to Kindergarten and he wouldn’t hold my hand? Dear God, I’m a bit of a hot mess.
Not to mention that my son’s school is RIGHT NEXT DOOR! I can see his classroom window as I am typing this post.
You would think that would make me feel better. But, nope, I continue to wallow in my misery as if I am never going to see him again.
Don’t worry, I’ve already been outside like 9,867,345 million times. And yes, I stand in my driveway and wave. Just in case he’s looking out the window. I mean, you never know…what if he was looking and saw me and I ignored him.
Instead of crying, like a normal mother of a 5 year old boy who is sad to see her son off to big boy school, I’m threatening to punch people. Strangers. Friends. Family. Co-workers. Wait, my only co-worker is my husband. Still, I’ll punch him too.
Whoever told me that the first day of Kindergarten was suppose to be bittersweet, forget to mention that it was more bitter than sweet.
Is it 2:20 pm yet?