Kindergarten! GO!

I probably woke up late because subconsciously I was not ready for this.

I laid there while Tim readied himself for work all around me and the light from our bedroom window became more and more.  But still, I did not rise.  When I finally lifted my tired body from the bed and sauntered into the kitchen I was shocked at the clock. 7:22!!!!  I was immediately thrust into a tizzy of lunch making, kid-dressing and yes, a bit of hollering.

We had to HURRY or else Gavin would be late for his first day of Kindergarten and Ben might be tardy for class too!

I panicked because I also needed to apply a bit of make-up since I planned to take G into his class and take a photo of him and his teacher. And? I had not even peed yet.

I am positive I looked silly running around trying to do everything in “no time”.  I shouted to Tim to dress Katie “I don’t care what she wears!!”  My internal clock was tick, tick, ticking away as I dressed and shortened my 5-minute make-up routine to two.

And peed.

After his traditional photo was taken by the front door, “Everyone in the van, NOW!”

And then, a traffic jam on the main road by our neighborhood.  I kid you not.  An accident at the light.  “Turn here, Mom!”

I turned and we drove and we made it “just in time,” the second bell literally ringing as we walked into his class.

And there stood his sweet teacher, the woman who would spend more time with him every day of the week now, than I would.  And his soon-to-be new friends already working play-doh like old pros, all around me, their sweet faces so cute and fresh.

I snapped a quick picture, helped him find where his back pack should hang and then I left, holding tight to Katie’s hand.

I had no time to tear up or cry until I got back to my van and then, I did.

I am not even sure why.  I had done this before with B.  What was the big deal?

Then K says from the back seat, “Mom, where’s Gavin?”

“He’s at Kindergarten now, baby…”

Cue tears, full on dog, roll down your cheeks and then the next ones catch up and drip bigger ones on your shirt, tears.

So much for the make-up.

“Mommy needs a coffee, you want to get a blueberry muffin, Kay Kay?”

“Yes, Mommy, YES!”

“Okay, let’s go…”

And spend some time together before YOU leave me for Kindergarten…