JM had his first day of school, yesterday. Ooh, it was not a happy morning for his majesty. A dark cloud of grumpiness permeated his being. When I asked if he was ready to go to school, which he has been really looking forward to, like a lot, he responded by throwing multiple fits. He didn't want to put on his clothes. He didn't want to put on his usually beloved backpack. Then, because mama is new to this school thing and still working on her time management skills with two, we rushed off to school, got stuck in Mopac traffic, (and I sweated and almost cried with frustration) and by some miracle, got to school early (how did that happen?!). His super cute teacher pulled him into the classroom and before I could say "happy learning!" he was gone. His school has a gradual entry program, so they got him in there quickly so as to ease the goodbye. He only went for 45 minutes the first day, while mama had coffee in a classroom with the other mamas. When he emerged, he proceeded to throw himself onto the ground in protest (in front of all the other parents and kids. nice!). I know other parents of two year-olds probably totally understand and have been there, but it wasn't the nicest way to start off the year and our new friendships with these people. To top it off, he proceeded to give me a tough time all the way to the car. Whereas JM gives me a tough time at home a lot, his public appearances are usually pretty happy and easygoing, so it stunnnk to have this new "rebel child" appear on the first day of school, but I'm not going to let it get me down. It was just a bad morning. Hopefully sire won't be ostracized based on one little first day. :) Anyway, I think it's crazy how much my kids pick up on my anxiety and stress. I need to work on trying to keep our lives nice and simple, for this reason.
His teacher said he did great and sent pictures from class and he is smiling in all of them, so it couldn't have been too bad. Hopefully today, his disposition to and from school will be a little sunnier. And, mama?? My lesson learned is that I need to apparently get up an hour before these little people to start my day to feel more peaceful and together. It's going to be a sacrifice of sleep, but better for my head. And since sweet Noah has slept from 8-4 the past few nights, I think I can do it. OMGee, and seriously?? The amount of forms and reminders and committees and activities to manage for one little three hour, two day a week, preschool is overwhelming! We have definitely entered a new era, here.
We're all learning, for sure!
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