Holy crap, we did it again. We took another human being, grew it, birthed it, and kept it alive until it could go to preschool.
I’m getting good at this.
So yes… once upon a time there was THIS two year old, all shaggy hair, surfer-looking dude and his first day of preschool as a Yellow Duck.
He took one look at school and never even missed me. But he was my gregarious one, my super personality kid, my rockstar, while the Peanut has always been a little timider, a little more cautious.
Wait, who am I kidding, this kid is a flippin’ maniac and should be put on a leash, if only to keep her swinging from the chandelier. But still, socially she was always a little more shy than the Big Kid was, so I was really nervous about how her first day of school would go.
Well I’m obviously an idiot…
That little Peanut walked right into her new classroom, looked around, gave me our usual goodbye (“Mommy-hugs, kisses, high five”) and walked away from me. I was the one kind of chasing her around like, but wait, aren’t you going to be SAD? Won’t you miss me? But MOMMY LOVES YOU!
What the hell kid, you’re breaking my heart.
So yes, I now have two kids in school and two free mornings a week… and so much that I want to do that I’m paralyzed by indecision and have whiled away those hours so far on my computer.
I just can’t even fathom a world where I’m old enough to have two kids in school.
But at least I’m not acting my age… because it’s totally acceptable to wear a tiara while cleaning… right?