First day of school!

 

Collin had his first day of school on September 4th. I might have almost shed a tear. It was so adorably heart-breaking. He's really growing so fast. I can barely grasp the realities of having a 3 year old in preschool, because in my brain that means that he's just a moment from kindergarten, and then I'll turn around and he'll be 10 or something. It makes my heart ache just typing the keys.

This year we started the first of 15 years of tradition, giving Collin a canvas with his first day of school and what he wants to be when he grows up written on it. This year he said a farmer so he could milk cows.

So, we went to school. He had a great time. We made it through the first few days and then, I did what no parent should EVER EVER EVER do. Worst mom of the year award, special recognition right here. During the last day of phase in, where preschool end at 10:45 instead of the usual 11:30, I left him there. I thought it ended at 11:30. My kid was that kid. The one stuck by himself while the teachers silently shamed me in a phone call. I can just hear their heads racing "Oh, she's going to be that parent! Great! Doesn't she even read the notes? Doesn't she pay attention? We put it in like 5 places."

Its true.

Thats me.
Take it or leave it folks.

I did read the notes. All of them. I made a schedule, I put it on the fridge. I told our nanny. I arranged all the necessary drop off and pick up routines. But I totally failed on that Tuesday. Instead I was juggling a HUGE grant application, another preschool schedule (Collin goes to another school on M/W), working with and scheduling the builder and the architect, packing up the house, tending to three birthdays and trying to maintain some bit of sanity.

It didn't work out so well.
I NEVER cry at work. NEVER. I **almost** cried when I got the call. I've never felt like a worse parent.

So once our nanny picked him up (a 1/2 hour late!) I called to apologize to Collin over lunch. He seemed no worse for the wear. In fact he might of liked the one on one time with his teachers, but it didn't seem to help me very much. I was a mess.

A stressed out hot mess.

Thank goodness every day is a new day. Since then we've successfully attended two more days of preschool and I think we're on a roll.

Sorry Collin. I promise not to leave you at preschool ever again.
I swear.