I’ll keep this brief. Because, I’m not going to lie. Kindergarten is really hard work – and I’m exhausted. (Seriously – I’m only about 2% joking here.)
The first week went well – Paige had early dismissal, which means she got home at 1:00. And then proceeded to torture, torment, whine and cry her way through the afternoon and into bedtime. I’m actually not sure who that child was. And, for those of you who have witnessed a “fit a la Paige,” you know that’s a HUGE effing thing for me to say. Honestly, I would not have been at all surprised to see her head spin around and to have to clean up pea soup puke. She was that out of sorts.
So, we had a very low-key weekend of snuggling, resting, watching movies, and thanking God for the 2 rainy days in a row so we could do nothing and not feel guilty about it (except during Paige’s soccer game. Which she had to play in the rain. And also to which she had to be dragged into the car because apparently she “hates the way rain feels.” I don’t know how the game went. I may or may not have poured myself another cup of coffee, grabbed a footie jammie-clad Blair and hopped back into bed to watch the latest ‘Sophia the First.’ Tee-he.).
Fast-forward to this week, and it’s like a new child is in my house. Pick-up from school is downright fun – we carpool with the cousins, and on the days I pick them up I frequently find myself laughing out loud at the crazy shenanigans happening in my car. (I mean, when are bad knock-knock jokes, teasing about boys, and little kid toots ever NOT funny?). In fact, yesterday was the first time her Aunt EJ brought her home (remember, early dismissal … NOT a slacker aunt), and I found myself watching the clock and the driveway, not really knowing what to do with myself. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face when she finally jumped out of the car (and then proceeded to run right past me into the house, slamming the door in my face and ransacking the pantry for a snack).
Evenings are relatively pleasant (with Paige, that is. The honey badger has spotted a weakness in the ranks, and has seized the opportunity to rear her cute-but-deadly head. She is having a ROUGH week). Paige comes home and tells me about school. She plays in her room. She only teases Blair a few times an hour. It’s decent. (Remember people: low expectations. They are the key to my sometime-sanity.)
Mornings, on the other hand? Ugh. Paige is sort of a train wreck. She has to be threatened to the brink of losing her blankie (and only because I can’t figure out how to take her thumb away), and even then it’s a huge pain in the ass to even get her dressed. She’s always fine on the way to school, but getting to that point is torture. And this is my little morning person! This does NOT bode well for Blair.
All-in-all, though, I’ll take the 1.5 hours of Hell in the morning in order to have a pleasant Paige in the evening.
And, her feelings on school?
She doesn’t really like it, because learning is hard work (true that).
However, I’ve gently assured her that staying home from school forever is not an option. Mostly because it’s against the law (don’t you judge me – Paige will do anything if she thinks she might end up in jail. Ironic, no?). She did however, have one question for me: how many more days will she have to go the whole time (i.e. a full day). Yikes.
I answered honestly, looking her in the eyes and saying, “Um, all of them.”
Clearly NOT the answer she was hoping to get, based on the tears and screams of “it’s NOT FAIR!” that followed. So, I guess college and grad school are out of the question.