Remember how Big Kid was hoping his new teacher looked like his new doctor, with straight, brown hair in a ponytail?
Well, we met her on Friday and he couldn't have custom ordered someone to fit the bill more perfectly. If his doctor was ten years younger, she'd be his teacher. Their last names are even only off by a few letters. It's uncanny.
I told her how fortuitous the whole thing seemed and she promised to wear her hair in a ponytail often and thought the whole thing was hysterical. I really like her, she's young, funny and energetic and the class room is really nice. I'm excited for Big Kid, I think he's in for a great kindergarten year.
I'm a little nervous for little kid. Thursday the boys stayed at Em's house and little kid sobbed as I left. "Mum-mum, no, mum-mum." He gave Em's mom a run for her money all day long, reminding her how difficult my day to day life with him really is, and everyone was happy to see me at pick up time.
little kid didn't let me out of his sight the rest of the night. More than that, he didn't let me out of his reach all night. I had to go to the bathroom once and he cried "Mum-Muuuuuuum" the whole time. Otherwise, he sat on me like a warm sack of potatoes, rubbing his hair against my mouth and turning around to squeeze me in a hug every few minutes.
If he's like that at Em's house, whose family he knows and loves, how's he going to be about me dropping him off at a stranger's house?
It has to happen though. I've got to kick ass at this job.
So his first day will be Tuesday, which is the same as Big Kid's first day, or should be if this damn tropical storm manages not to hit us. I just need things to settle down and get on schedule, tropical storms aren't on my schedule.
Today we went to the waterpark because Big Kid has been waiting all year to turn five so that he could go down the water slide. Every time turning five has been mentioned, he has reminded us that he'll be old enough to go down the slides. After much excitement and a little bit of nervousness, we walked up to the gates...and discovered that they changed it from 5 years old to 48 inches.
Big Kid was a champ about it. He was a little annoyed, but after we told him it must be for safety reasons, he understood. We call him The Safety Patrol, he's serious about safety. I was sort of ticked though, I remember going down water slides with my parents when I was little. Also, it doesn't seem fair to discriminate against the short and slow-growing like that.
Oh well, we had fun anyway.
Let's hope Tropical Storm Fay doesn't interrupt my week or inconvenience me in any way. I'd be fine with this in a few weeks from now, because hazardous weather and the preparations that come with it can be fun, but not now. Not this week. We've got school and a job to start!