How am I ever going to make it through this week?
My baby boy turned one on Monday. My firstborn starts Kindergarten tomorrow. Throw a couple of late nights and PMS in on top of that and you’ve got yourself one mess of a woman.
How am I ever going to make it through tomorrow morning? How can my little girl be starting school already? She looks so big. And she looks so small. She’s so ready for Kindergarten — she was just beaming last night at the Open House.
I’m not sure if I’m ready. Yeah, of course I want her to grow up and be a productive citizen, blah, blah, blah. But I’m not ready for what Starting School means. It’s all work for her from here on out. She even tells me that going to school is like a job that kids get to do. I love having her here with me (despite the occasional scream-fest) and the freedom of a lazy day.
This one is my mama’s girl. So I guess, if I’m honest with myself, I’m mourning the loss of my “center-of-her-universe”ness. Sure, she had friends in preschool, but now starts the time when she’ll make good friends, ones who mean the world to her, ones she can whisper and giggle with and ones who will bring her crashing down in tears now and then. And I’m not ready for her to have to go through all that. What have I been doing? How is she this old already? I feel all melodramatic — the kid is only five and it’s not like she’s moving away forever to live with a band of gypsies. Really, not much is going to change tomorrow. But yet I feel like EVERYthing is going to change tomorrow.
I’m going to blame all the tears on PMS. Not any inherent personality defects, just PMS.
How do you make a hormone?
“Don’t pay her.” bwahahhahahaha.
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