Thank y'all for your kind comments about JBB's first day! I awoke with a start after very little sleep and I was just as wired, frazzled, and excited as when I finally drifted to sleep on the couch in front of the television.
Before I knew it, JBB was dressed in his uniform, and I was standing in the front yard in my ratty pajamas (and no bra...oops; well, I can't think of everything) and taking all kinds of pictures. Soon it was time to leave. JBB was very excited about wearing his new uniform, carrying his new backpack, and riding with Mr. Lipstick. Pretty Girl, however, was becoming increasingly confused and distraught. As she leaned in to kiss JBB goodbye, she grabbed on to the side of his seat and held on for dear life.
I have to confess that this was not the meltdown I was anticipating. Mr. Lipstick and JBB left for school and we went back inside the house. Pretty Girl had a complete toddler nervous breakdown. She screamed. She cried. She flung her beloved babydoll on the floor and beat her hands against the door. As she gasped for air, she wailed, "JBB! JBB! JBB!" Finally, I pried her away from the door and managed to distract her with her drink of choice: milk.
I was exhausted, sweaty, and my hair hung like little tendrils around my face. Pretty Girl was in much the same condition plus a nice layer of dirt she acquired from falling prostrate on the doormat in her moment of instantaneous grief over JBB's first day of kindergarten.
Fast forward to that evening and my sweet JBB gave me a detailed account of his day. He was delighted with his teacher, his new friends, the notebook that he gets to take back and forth every day, and even the little "I love you" note I packed in his lunch box.
Tomorrow is his second day (their first week's schedule is a little strange). I hope JBB has as much fun as he did on his first day. He has requested that I include not one, but two love notes in his lunch box, and as you might have guessed, I am more than happy to comply with that request. As for Pretty Girl...well, I hope she is a little more...composed.
9 comments:
Sniff, sniff, sob! I'm not "allowed" to write love notes in my 9 year olds lunch box anymore! I now have to write a symbol...an eye with a heart in the middle which houses an arrow pointing at him. :( They grow up too fast! In 4th grade it's embarrasing to have a mom who loves you out loud! Glad to hear things went well.
that is too sweet!! I am so glad he had a great first day!! = )
That is so sweet!
Oh how cute/sad. I love that you are doing notes--so sweet. xo
YAY! I am so glad (for all of you) that he had a great day!
That is so sweet!! I hope the rest goes a bit smoother. :)
Oh, poor pretty girl! I'm sure she'll eventually start to enjoy her one on one time with you, but that is just heartbreaking to picture her crying for her big brother.
Oh Miss Lipstick! Isn't that an amazing turn of events? We can't wait to hear how the second day went!
Sending you a smile and a hug,
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By the time Pretty Girl's trip comes, you'll be up celebrating as soon as she pulls away.
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