Almost thirty years ago, an excited five year old donned a rainbow colored dress and boarded the bus for kindergarten. She had a great day sitting next to her friends, Justin and Reid, and was excited to share the day with her family when she got home.
Fast-forward to today. That same little kindergartener is all grown up with a kindergartener of her own. Yup, today was Biggest’s first day of school. After yesterday’s post, it is common knowledge that I am slightly saddened by my oldest baby’s start of school. I was feeling prepared, having set my alarm 20 minutes early to get not only Biggest ready but also myself (hello, we needed to take pictures together). I knew when the bus was arriving (7:20 am) and was feeling mostly good about getting everything done. Yeah. We all know it is never that easy.
On schedule, I was up and ready, as was Biggest (because whether I want to admit it or not, it was her day not mine). She was primed and ready to go by 7:00 am. A few minutes later, we were outside taking photos with Biggest, Littlest and the neighbors. While we were just starting down towards the bus stop, when we heard the unmistakable sounds of the bus barreling down the road. Yikes! Next thing you know, I am running down the road in my wedges and dress, trying to get Biggest to the bus stop on time (which was only 7:13 am, by the way). We made it in the nick of time and Biggest happily and all too easily boarded the bus with her neighborhood friends. The last thing I saw was her little face peeking at me from a window towards the back of the bus. It all happened so fast I did not even have time to cry or even get a picture with her.
Sadly, I walked back to our house with my husband and Littlest. Once home, I made Littlest promise me she would never get bigger and start kindergarten. She said yes, but I don’t think she meant it. Then, I began the rest of my day, which basically revolved around indulging mom’s whims to alleviate her sadness.
First, I stopped into the store (yes, I stop in on my days off. It is what I do), where I found my next item of lust, a great jacket from Scrapbook (pictures will be coming in the future). I just love retail therapy, don’t you? After leaving the store, I ran a couple errands to justify that my day was not totally wasted. And THEN I found wine. Actually, my sister and I found wine, but most of it was consumed by me. We spent an hour or two together at a local wine bar, me drowning my sorrows and her basically humoring her sappy sister. After a glass of bubbly and a bottle of Pinot Noir (and some lunch, we aren’t complete lushes), I got a quick buzz around the ears from my favorite stylist, Tracy, at Tangled Salon ,and headed home. The rest of the afternoon was spent napping and generally being a slacker until Biggest and Littlest came home from school. Did I mention they asked DAD to pick them up and not me? Yup, that happened.
Overall, the day was a success. Biggest loved kindergarten. Mom didn’t cry, found a new jacket, and had lots of wine plus a nap. Littlest even had a great day swinging solo at her daycare. God only knows what will happen during the rest of the school year. Maybe I better hit Trader Joe’s and stock up on more vino……