After an absolutely exhaustive 2 days, I thought it would be important to sit down and record the happenings for future enjoyment purposes and to just get some things off my chest.
1. L had his first day of kindergarten yesterday. The 5 of us walked him into his classroom and let's just say that he was thrilled. I could sense that he was a little apprehensive, but all in all, he was happy to be starting school. When I picked him up, he said that he had an amazing day, but that I packed too much food for him. Apparently, he doesn't have enough time to eat all of it. Well, if that was the worst part, I'm a-okay with that :) He also made a new friend, Arthur. So happy my big boy loves school. He even asked to draw his teacher a picture to say that he likes her, he wrote "I lik Ms Mlr" Too cute!
2. J had her first day of pre-k today, a much anticipated day, filled with tons of apprehension of all of our parts. Since having pulled her from her original preschool because I was angry/upset with the CEO, we ended up at a new school based on recommendations from 2 friends. Very briefly, I was torn between what has been promised to be a more academic program with dirty carpets and a familiar program with all of her friends. Ugh! Though the CEO and my emotional state that day seemed to force my hand, I ultimately chose to go with a different program. I mean, I figured that she'll have to meet new friends in kindergarten anyway, and at least 2 of these kids could be in her kindergarten class, so maybe its not such a horrible idea. Well, we arrived at school, very excited, but when I look back at the pictures I took, I can get a sense of J's apprehension. In the end, she had a great day: visit from the bookmobile, her new friend Kiara brought cupcakes to celebrate her birthday, and she has a mailbox at school into which she puts her papers.
3. So, I can totally see how some stay-at-home moms are super thin and others are super not. For example, yesterday, I arrived home from the new morning routine (school, gym) a bit before noon and I was STARVED. Immediately, I go into the kitchen and pull out food for lunch. As I begin to prepare lunch, Q has a blowout. While changing her diaper and clothes, the phone rings. After taking that brief call, I turn my attention back to C and J's lunch when the phone rang again. Three sentences into the call, there's a knock at the door. So, I take my diapered only baby to the door and while I'm chatting, C is in the kitchen making her own food, she's 2 mind you, and J is in the bathroom putting a bandaid on each of 10 fingers. "Don't worry mom, I'm not wasting them. See I threw most of them in the garbage." Fantastic! Then, I set the baby back down to actually make lunch when she starts to throw a fit because come on, why does everyone but her get to eat?! Oh, let's not forget that I have yet to shower at this point. By the time I got everyone fed and I grabbed a quick shower, it was time to go pick the boys up from school. Oh yeah!
Okay then, so how do they end up super "not" skinny? Well, let's just say that after the kids went to bed last night, I absolutely stuffed my face, even though I had just eaten a fantastic dinner of chicken with mushrooms over pasta. Boy, oh boy, luckily I was so beat that I passed out on the couch before I could eat myself into a stupor.
4. I started watching another kindergartner, A, after school. He was on L's teeball team, and his mom was having a difficult time finding child care that would be able to pick him up from school, so I offered to watch him until she gets home. Let's just say that you can never know just how a child behaves indoors by only seeing him outdoors. The first thing A does when we walk in the door is ask to eat. I'm not even sure if he has a volume button. So, naturally I'm thinking, "what did I get myself into to?!" Now, don't get me wrong, he is a good kid, but he'll just need to breaking to get him to understand the rules in the W house, if he doesn't eat me out of house and home first!
5. L's second day of school didn't begin as well as his first. Unfortunately, the school has a special first day drop off, but on the second day, the kindergartners have to start using the correct door and go in alone. I guess it was a bit overwhelming. P has decided to drop him off in the mornings, and when he let him out of the car, apparently my little man got all teary eyed and said that he didn't know where to go. I just feel so bad for him. Obviously, he was quite intimidated. In the end though, he managed to overcome his fears and have a "perfect" day. He told me that he's trying to become the "Star Student," he's already earned 2 green checks, so he's certain that he's going to be it. My fingers are crossed for him. I have no doubt that he is a star student, whether or not he is deemed to be THE one.
6. Tonight, when she was going to bed, my big J was crying because she misses her friends from her old preschool. Just broke my heart. I have promised play dates, and that seems to have brightened her day. I hope I can deliver.
7. The other day, my friend Devan posted this as his facebook status: A man who wants to lead the orchestra must turn his back on the crowd...think about it. Profound. Just something to think about.
8. Today, my father shared with me a heartbreaking story about a fellow small business owner who just recently lost his 16 year old son to cancer. When he took his son to the hospital to get treatment, the doctor said in ear shot of his son, "there's nothing we can do here. You need to take him to hospice." The boy started to scream and cry that he wasn't ready to die yet. As his father was wheeling him down the hall, the boy started to scream, "no! help me!" and then immediately died. As my father was tell me this story, both of our eyes were welling up. Apparently, his wife died 10 years ago and he took his son to AZ for an experimental treatment, depleting his savings. My heart aches for this man and for his deceased family. But, it aches for my father too. I know how painful it is to hear of the loss of another service member. I can only imagine how it must have hurt him to listen to another father's pain, especially hearing every gruesome detail.
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