Wednesday, August 26, 2015

First Day of Kindergarten!

This morning she woke up and yelled at the top of the stairs: Mom! Today is my first day of kindergarten! Yes, she was definitely excited.

I played my role of mammarazzi well and got loads of pics. 

My little girl, a school girl! 

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

A Wacky Kindergarten Poem

Yes, I stay up until midnight writing wacky poems like this. So whenever I complain how tired I am, tell me to quit the silly poem writing at midnight.

This perfectly captures what has gone on the past few days at my house.


A Wacky Kindergarten Poem
‘Twas the day before kindergarten and all through the home
Not one edible thing found wherever eyes roam

No candy no chocolate no carbs no ice cream
The momma was eating her feelings it may seem

She could feel all the pimples getting ready to start
But she didn’t care, her little girl, her love, her heart

Just one more bite she had to insist
But she had ate it all and got really pissed

The backpack is set, the clothes and shoes are fine
The little girl excited, the momma needing more wine

But what oh what is the mom going to wear
On the day she meets all the other moms out there

It really won’t matter because nothing fits
Stress and binge eating is most definitely the pits

Jeans, too tight, shirt too small has to go
If only she’d dropped her baby weight 6 months ago

Ooh the Little Mermaid tee, how about this
Crap she’s a ma’am and no longer a miss

What do grownups wear on occasions like these
She doesn’t really associate with old folks if you please

But oh dear she is the same ripe old age
She’s starting to get light-headed now with this stage

Her baby is starting full day school
It’s almost time to close the pool

Summer is over and it went by in a flash
In the blink of an eye, the bat of an eyelash

Now she’s got to find something suitable for herself
All these childish clothes need to go on a shelf

The time has come to admit who she is
A mom of a school-aged girl, a bright little whiz

It doesn’t matter what momma wears this first day
She needs to put the food down and just say

She’s proud of her little schoolgirl to be
Mom will look fine and girl too just wait and see

Now dad has to go shopping cause mom ate it all
And there will be lots of exercising this fall

And maybe next year when kids start at the bus stop
Instead of stress eating, this momma will just binge shop

Sunday, August 23, 2015

I'm Ready Because She's Ready

In three days, my firstborn will be starting Kindergarten. When I got the reminder about 9 months ago to register her, I was a basket case. I cried and cried at the mere thought of my beautiful, little girl with a backpack and lunchbox waving goodbye.

Over the past few months I’ve seen loads of articles and stories about kindergarten. Anecdotes for moms to help the prepare. Lots of lists, sad stories, happy stories, and all those in between. I refused to read any of them. The mere mention of what was about to happen and any sappiness around it made my eyes water.

I told myself I’d just lock myself in the bathroom when the time comes and cry it out. I didn’t want to read anything about it. I don’t want tips, I don’t want lists, and I don’t want to read all about how your child is going to be in school every day, 180 days a year until they are 18.

We did our shopping - she has that perfect first day of school outfit. She’s got a big girl backpack and the quintessential Disney’s Frozen lunchbox. She got new sneakers - with ties and not velcro! I even made her a beautiful necklace with a mommy elephant and baby elephant to wear so she always knows I'm watching over her. Most days she’s excited about school starting and other days she is sad because she’ll miss me.

About a month ago we got a letter from her teacher and found out the one other little girl she knows at the school is in her class. Everywhere we went, she told people what school she’d be going to, what teacher she has, about her friend who’s in her class. She was so proud she remembered it all!

Then we got another letter in the mail that she was reassigned a new teacher due to enrollment. She was so sad and worried her friend didn’t get the same teacher as her anymore (the mama bear in me wanted to call the school and make a fuss to have them change it back!). Standing in the kitchen, her eyes lit up and she told me she had an idea. She said, my friend will play on the same playground as me so that means I can play with her after all! Even if she’s not in my class.

Her revelation was so enlightening to her that she was even more excited about school at the thought of the playground and her friend. She was no longer sad about the teacher change - and my maternal instincts to beat someone up calmed down. I realized that it didn’t matter what teacher she had, she was ready for kindergarten and I have to be too.

I have spent the last 5 years and 9 months of course, preparing her for this one moment. The moment when I let her out into a world full of people that are not me. She is about to be independent in a whole other way. I won’t be there to nag her to wash her hands before she eats, or to eat with her mouth closed. I won’t be there to remind her about her manners or to tell her to be careful on the playground. I won’t be there to hug her if she gets her feelings hurt and I won’t be there to glow with pride when she does something amazing.

I won’t be there in person but I’ll be there in her heart. She is a good girl and I’ve taught her well. She is so smart and so ready to learn. And because of that, she is so ready to start big girl school. She is ready so I need to be ready.

I need to have faith in her that she will do the right thing when the time comes. I need to be strong and brave when she does walk into that school without breaking down.

No more tears about her growing up too fast and missing her. It’s time to let her out into the world and just watch her blossom and grow in the best person she knows how to be - the person I taught her to be. I’m ready for Kindergarten.

Friday, August 21, 2015

Shit I'm Not Doing on Weekends

As a working mom, weekends are sacred to me. And thanks to this guy, we know we only have 940 Saturdays with our kids until they turn 18. 260 of those are gone by their fifth birthday. Great! Thanks for that…! Now every Saturday morning, I’ll wake up and think, 689 left! 688 to go…

Time flies. Life goes fast. Kids grow up. 940 Saturdays will be just a faint memory before you know it.

With that in mind, not to even mention I don’t have to work, you can guarantee there will be crap I’m NOT doing when the weekends hit. Especially on Saturdays!

  1. I’m not making my bed! I don’t care. Unless I have company coming over, I’m just throwing the duvet up and taking a break. In the back of my mind I really do it in the .003% chance I can crawl back into my bed with an afternoon nap. Not that that ever happens but one could hope and wish!
  2. I’m not cleaning my house! I will stay up all hours of the night on Friday if I have to so come Saturday my house is clean and I don’t have to lift a finger. You can all go on and on about how you don’t care what your house looks like and how you’ve got kids, etc. But my house will be clean, sanitized, and not cluttered. And I won’t be doing any of that on my weekends. You can sometimes find my mopping my kitchen floor or vacuuming at 11pm on weeknights. I will do what it takes!
  3. I’m not running errands! There is nothing worse than going to Target, the grocery store, or wherever with five million other people on the weekends. I will try my best to not have to do any of this on the weekends. And if I have to, it will be at 8am or 7pm.
  4. I am not having a jam packed schedule! If I want to putz around for an hour doing absolutely nothing, I will. Maybe I don’t want to play with my kids all hours of the day, organize something, or do anything. Maybe I want to just sit here and do nothing. I will do that!
  5. I am not talking about work! You want to know how things are going? Talk to me on Monday. I may have to check in on email all weekend which I’m used to, but I’m not discussing it with the husband, the parents, or some guy at a kids birthday party. I need to destress on weekends, not worry about being over budget until Monday comes back around!
  6. I’m not eating healthy! During the week I’ll eat beautiful, colorful food full of vitamins and minerals. I’ll pull a Pinkalicious and burp up brussel sprouts, gag on grapes, and choke on artichokes.

Weekends are something we all cherish. Kids aren’t in school, your day isn’t jam packed with conference calls, and you can stay in your jammies as long as you want. Just don’t expect my weekends to be bogged down with crap I’m just not doing!

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

I'm Not Putting My Kid on the Bus!

My daughter will not ride the bus to school. Stop judging me.

I'm not putting my five year old, soon to be kindergartener on the bus.

No flippin way.

I'm just not.

I don't feel comfortable with my just barely 3 feet tall, under 40 lbs little girl in a vehicle with no seat belts, no car seat, and tons of other kids. She's too little. There are too many what-ifs I don't dare to imagine right now.

I don't care if you are sending your kindergartener on the bus. I don't care if you think it's safe. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care!

I care about my daughter. I'm perfectly happy and available to drive her to school and pick her up. Every day.

I also don't think you're a bad parent for using the bus. You do what is best for your family. Just like I'll do what's best for my family. No judgement here. But don't go judging me.

If I tell you my child is not taking the bus when you ask, don't give me that judgmental look when I say no. Because I don't care what you think! She's NOT taking the bus!

Okay. I'm done now.
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