My little Owen starts school tomorrow. I've been so caught up in the hustle and bustle of school supplies and doctor's visits that I hadn't thought about the fact that my little boy is going to be in Kindergarten. As I walked the halls of Mini-ville (AKA the elementary school) yesterday shuffling from classroom to nurse's office to PTA meeting, I was very aware of how out of place I felt. Was I the only one who had absolutely no idea what she was doing? I must have looked like a complete zombie.
Owen, of course, was quiet and reserved, not sure he spoke a word from the time we entered the building until the time we left. Oh and in typical Hillary fashion we were late. Why? Because there were a few items on the supply list that I hadn't gotten. It helps to pay close attention to quantities. So we get there, load everything into his locker (They have lockers in Kindergarten?), and sneak into the back of the classroom. His teacher had all the kids sit on the big carpet at the front of the room as she oriented them to the layout of the room. Then she came to talk to us, the big people, while the other kids played quietly with puzzles, books, and blocks. Guess what I learned first? Turns out the supply list I had was wrong, so I was late for nothing, and I still have to go back to the store. Perfect.
Then there was more paperwork. Back in the Spring, at registration, I filled out paperwork for over an hour. No joke. Then they sent a packet with his teacher's name and information on orientation and such. Guess what? More paperwork. And now I have 4 more pages to fill out. Once we were done, we could turn them in, sneak out of the back, and make our way to the PTA meeting. As if I wasn't already feeling completely overwhelmed. They held the meeting in this tiny room. By the time I arrived, there wasn't even room to stand. A bunch of us hovered out in the hallway waiting for what we thought was a second wave. The room slowly began to clear and this clueless mom slinked her way towards the front. Yes, coffee. And then a woman, asking if I'd filled out my form yet, and do I have my check ready. Wait, what? There's only one presentation, but I missed the first one...cause I apparently I wasn't lost enough. It's a real good thing that my friend in the VP of the PTA. At least she can fill me in. Besides, I didn't have my check book on me and the PTA doesn't take Amex.
Defeated I made my way back to Owen's classroom to find him sitting alone on the floor. His teacher must think I'm the worst mom ever. First we're late then my kid's the last one there. Perfect. What a great way to make a first impression.
Amidst all this chaos, it still hadn't dawned on me that my little boy was going to kindergarten. KINDERGARTEN. Am I ready for this? Is his ready for this? I feel a bit like we're peeking over the top of the hill on a roller coaster. There's no turning back, but we're at that moment when I wish we could.
I'm 30,married with 2 of the most adorable little boys, a beautiful baby girl and a dog named Reese. Neil, my fabulous chemistry-loving, kayak paddling hubbie, loves doing projects around the house and rolling around on the floor with his boys. We've been married 7 years and just bought our second house in Catonsville, MD. I love to save money when I shop and am known amongst my friends as the guru of thrift (that might be more my terminology than theirs). I'm also a day camp director at Grace Adventures Day Camp. I like to cook, plan events, write (hence the blog),shop (hence the guru), & coffee with friends (okay really anything with friends). I also like to just veg out and watch my shows (maybe a little too much). If you want to know more, you'll just have to read.