Today is the last Friday of Zane's first year of preschool. There are four more school days before summer camp starts. This seems like it should be some sort of a milestone, but it's not. He's going to the same place for camp as he did for school. He might be in a new classroom, and he may have new teachers, but he's cool with that.
We're also one week away from the Open House for Ferris' summer camp. This is HUGE.
It's the same place that Zane is going, so that's a bonus. But Ferris has been a stay-at-home kid, this will be the first time he spends his entire day with someone who isn't a family member. We're pushing him straight into the deep end - five days a week, the full day.
I know that ultimately he won't remember how traumatizing the first week was for him. There will be plenty of other fodder for the therapists later. But, part of me is sad that he's going to be SO FREAKING UPSET.
There will be big GIANT tears, and possibly clothing rending. After about three days, he'll be used to the new routine and it'll be fine. That first day is going to suck big time, though.
I, however, am looking forward to having my days back with unbridled enthusiasm. I can schedule client meetings or shoots and not have to worry about negotiating the calendar with Ryan or booking my Mother in Law to spend the afternoon. I will be able to go to the store, and only buy what's on the list, and not have to argue with the rabid toddler about holding on to that list, and "Dude, it's my pen. Ok, fine. Here. Stop screaming. No! Don't write on your face. Only on paper. Now what did the list say? No, I'm not taking it from you. Please let me see it for just a minute. Ok, good. Thank you. Oh great you colored the list. Yes, Check. Good job. Fuck it, I'll just guess at what was under all this scribbling. Here you can have it back. Oh, great. Now, you don't want it. Awesome."
And yes, I've said fuck it in the grocery store to my toddler.
Probably more often then most people should.
Sorry, Mom, I know you raised me better.
And no matter what, a two year old saying fuck is pretty funny.
He also walks around saying, "B. S." It's because those are the first two letters he's learned, not because we actually use that phrase, but it's funny as hell.
I'm an awesome mom.
It's the same place that Zane is going, so that's a bonus. But Ferris has been a stay-at-home kid, this will be the first time he spends his entire day with someone who isn't a family member. We're pushing him straight into the deep end - five days a week, the full day.
I know that ultimately he won't remember how traumatizing the first week was for him. There will be plenty of other fodder for the therapists later. But, part of me is sad that he's going to be SO FREAKING UPSET.
There will be big GIANT tears, and possibly clothing rending. After about three days, he'll be used to the new routine and it'll be fine. That first day is going to suck big time, though.
I, however, am looking forward to having my days back with unbridled enthusiasm. I can schedule client meetings or shoots and not have to worry about negotiating the calendar with Ryan or booking my Mother in Law to spend the afternoon. I will be able to go to the store, and only buy what's on the list, and not have to argue with the rabid toddler about holding on to that list, and "Dude, it's my pen. Ok, fine. Here. Stop screaming. No! Don't write on your face. Only on paper. Now what did the list say? No, I'm not taking it from you. Please let me see it for just a minute. Ok, good. Thank you. Oh great you colored the list. Yes, Check. Good job. Fuck it, I'll just guess at what was under all this scribbling. Here you can have it back. Oh, great. Now, you don't want it. Awesome."
And yes, I've said fuck it in the grocery store to my toddler.
Probably more often then most people should.
Sorry, Mom, I know you raised me better.
And no matter what, a two year old saying fuck is pretty funny.
He also walks around saying, "B. S." It's because those are the first two letters he's learned, not because we actually use that phrase, but it's funny as hell.
I'm an awesome mom.