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Dropping your child off at his first day of Kindergarten is so much different than 1st grade. It’s definitely a complete opposite experience for second grade. And third grade? Forget about it!
First of all, your child is scared his first day of Kindergarten. He’s got horrible thoughts of space alien teachers who eat vulnerable little children. Or they think that because they are in Kinder, they are automatically expected to KNOW how to read and write and add and subtract without ever being taught how. They may also even have horrid dreams that all the kids circle around him and taunt him till he pees his pants. And then they laugh and taunt him for peeing his pants.
This is where you come in. After you reassure him that none of this is going to happen, you also let him know that you will be there for him his first day. You will hold his hand throughout part, most, or all of their first day. So of course you let your employer know you may not be in to work at all, or you might be a little late.
You get there and walk him to the cafeteria, which is where they have to wait until the first bell rings. There time stands still. It’s only about 15 minutes of waiting but it seems like an eternity. Tic toc, tic toc. Every single second seems like a minute. And you can see him sweat with anticipation and fear of the unknown as if he was on death row or like liver and onion night at home.
You see other kids walking in and guess what? They are just as nervous as your child. At least most of them are. You can always spot the second and third graders because they walk in like they own the place. This just gives your child more to be afraid of. The horrible tales of older kids bullying them bursts through their imagination. A first grader tries being friendly and says, “hi” but all he hears is, “Watch your back, kid! I’m gonna get youuuuuuu!”
The bell finally rings and you’re glad that part is over. You walk him to his class, where the teacher is waiting. She knows how nervous he is. She can see the frantic look in his big brown eyes. So she quickly introduces herself and shows him where to set his backpack. Her warm eyes and sweet smile lets you know that he’ll be in good hands, so you immediately feel at ease. The confidence in her voice lets him know that she knows what she’s doing and puts him at ease too.
He’s still apprehensive, of course. But now that he’s in the safety of the classroom away from the loud hustle and bustle of the cafeteria he feels a tiny bit better. So you take that opportunity to reassure him that everything is going to be ok.
He’s thankful, but quickly turns to you and pleads, “Please don’t leave yet, ok mommy?”
This lets you know that he’s almost ready, but not quite yet. So you respond, “I won’t leave until you tell me to, ok? So when you’re ready, you just let me know.”
Sometimes as soon as other kids start strolling in they immediately get excited to start their day with their new friends and you’re excused from mommy duty. Other times, it takes a little longer, and that’s ok! You’re willing to stay as long as it takes for them to feel comfortable in their new environment.
The teacher calls them to the mat where they are instructed where to sit. You sit in the back of the class of course. He keeps looking back nervously to make sure you’re still there. You smile but sternly mouth for him to keep his eyes focused to the front of the class, where the teacher is going over important stuff like where the restroom is, what the class rules are, and what the consequences are if they don’t follow them.
She then reads them a book about some little boy or girl who is nervous on their first day of school, or something similar. She knows that reading about how it’s normal to be scared your first day, and how you will eventually overcome your fears will let the children know they are not alone. It works.
After the book is read, she shows them where the toys are. It's play time! At first the kids are too shy but after a few minutes, they are walking up to each other and asking each other their names. They immediatley pick their best friend and start playing.
You stay within sight, but far enough away that you're giving him his space. This is so that you don't "cramp his style" as he eases into his comfort zone and is making his friends.
Finally! After a few minutes of this, he looks back eager to start his day and gives you a gigantic grin, and a thumb’s up. It’s time to go to work, mommy! Your job is here is done!
I don’t believe in fate. Well, I think I don’t. Maybe I do. Just a little. But I definitely don’t rely on it. Well, at least not most of the time. Only sometimes.
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I guess what I mean is I don’t believe things happen because they are “supposed” to happen. But I do believe that you can learn from them. Sometimes. Other times not so much. But you should definitely just go with it. Well, maybe not.
Ok so I admit.. I don’t really know WHAT I think.
What I do know is this. If a car full of nuns with a priest driving cuts you off at first you should do the obvious. Get pissed off. It's ok. Don't feel guilty. It's a normal reaction. I know I probably would. I mean, I’m usually pretty damned friendly but I’m only human (no really it's true!) and I have my moments.
 So anyways, flip them off. Then cuss them out.
But then… after you realize he’s still gonna go 15 miles an hour in front of you in a 35 mile an hour zone NO MATTER WHAT YOU YELL AT HIM and no matter what gestures you make with your hand or otherwise… I suggest you take a deep breath and think to yourself, “RELAX! Just reeeeeelaaaaax. Maybe this priest cutting you off is saving you from a car accident you might have been involved in up ahead. So take a chill pill and go with it.”
And you really should. I know I do. Because you know, sometimes this fate thing just helps keep my sanity. And besides, maybe things DO happen for a reason. And who do I think I am to think otherwise? Sometimes... you just gotta read the signs when they are right in front of you.
"What does this all mean, in the grand scheme of things?" you might be asking yourself. Well, the answer is simple!
Twinkie had WAY TOO MUCH COFEE TODAY.
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 I went to bed last night with no worries in the world. Well, I mean, my back hurt a little but not a big deal. At least not as bad as the night before, where I had to take a muscle relaxer that knocked me out till the next day. Thank goodness I had a good mind to take it at 7:00pm the night before or I might have missed work, and my kids first day at school.
So anyways, as soon as I lay my head down, I knew I was gonna be in for a long night. First of all, the noise outside just seemed louder than usual. It was like listening to a “nature CD” on BOSE surround sound. Is it cricket mating season or something? Because DAMN!!!
Of course normally the noise is soothing but last night it kind of freaked me out. MY mind immediately filled itself with thoughts of a swarm of crickets invading my room and walking all over me in my sleep. Yeah, not a good thought to have right before slumber, right?
I thought about watching T.V. for a while until I got so sleepy that the noise would stop bothering me. But it was already late so I decided to “tough it out.” Big mistake! BIG! HUGE! I fell right to sleep. Good right? NO! Why? Because then, the nightmares started.
It’s the dreaded demon dream that I have once in a long while. In my dream, I’m in my bed, sleeping, but a red eyed demon is lurking, waiting for me to close my eyes. As soon as I do, he attacks.
Sometimes he just messes with me. Pulls my hair. Tries to open my eyes. Other times him and his friends toss me around like a pillow. Sometimes, however it’s worse. They smother me, they choke me until I feel my very life slowly get drained out of me.
Last night it was the latter. I couldn’t breath and as I tried to yell out for help I could feel them holding me down and covering my mouth up so I wouldn’t make a sound. I would then yell at myself to WAKE UP. It’s just a DREAM. Don’t let them win. You can snap out of it. It’s all in your mind, Twinkie. WAKE UP. Don’t let yourself get all caught up in this stupid dream. WAKE UP. I try and try but I can’t. I feel my eyes opening and think I’ve won but then they use their clammy fingers to pull my eyelids back and close my eyes for me. My eyelids feel so heavy, from the pressure they’re putting on them. I try to open them back up, this time putting more effort into it.
Finally! I wake up. And usually that’s enough but last night the dream kept coming back. I keep looking at the clock and see my sleeping time is slowly being wasted, trying to battle these demons. Finally at about 4:30 this morning I thought to myself, “If you go to sleep now, you’ll have gotten at least two and a half hours in before you have to get up for work. So I attempted to close my eyes again and get some restful sleep but as soon as I did, I could hear the demon laughing, and waiting for his next chance at sucking the life out of me.
So I did what anybody else would have done! I went and climbed in bed with my 8 year old. Because I knew if anybody could protect me, it would be him, with his little kid super powers. Sorry Mr. Twinkie, you are my lover, my friend, my protector of all that is evil in the world. But for the underworld, ANNEQUIN my super Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle is the only man for the job!
"I don't know what to do with my hands! " said Big Mickey, as I told him to smile for me so I could take a picture during our most recent family trip to San Francisco. You've all seen it, right? "Talladega Nights, the Ballad of Ricky Bobby" starring Will Ferrel? And while I KNOW it's probably a teeny tiny bit too inappropriate for a 7 year old, he still ended up watching it. SEVERAL TIMES. How did I know he'd watched it? Well, the first time he came up to me and said, "I'll come at you like a spider monkey" was a big clue. But then when I heard him say over dinner, "I'm still sittin' in my pee pants right now," I KNEW he'd watched the movie. He's been quoting stuff out of the movie ever since, as kids usually do. And it cracks me up every time. So anyways.... watch the very VERY VERY short video. And enjoy Big Mickey's impersonation of Ricky Bobby during his first interview ever. *you might have to turn the volume up because his voice is pretty low. The woman laughing after is me. Yeah, I know.. I KNOW... goofy laugh. Did you expect anything different from me, though? *I had a lovely surprise waiting for me when I went to check out the latest Post Secrets entries. Well actually, I was reading one of my favorite blogs, The Origin of Shoeism and she'd posted it. Which reminded me that I hadn't checked on Post Secrets for a few weeks or so. This prompted me to go the site, where I found the video for the second time. Anyways, hope you take the time to watch the video and maybe even pass it on! If you're wondering how to send in your own secrets... well.. here are the instructions.
How Do I Mail In My Secrets Man: Can I ask you something and you promise not to get mad? Me: Sure! Man: I’ve been staring at you from across the room for a while and I was just wondering…. Me: *gulp!! Shifts nervously….. Man: I noticed you’re wearing a loose fitting shirt… is it the shirt? Me: *confused and wondering where this is leading… Man: Or are you pregnant? Me: relieved because she wasn’t sure where exactly this conversation was leading and that question is better than all the alternatives that were running through my mind! *laugh hysterically and say, “Ah yes.. the shirt. Well you see, too many pepsi’s and Snickers later.. I wear the shirt to hide the big belly. So YES the shirt is for a reason. But NO it’s not the reason you thought. Man: laughs…. Then says, “Well good for you!” (whatever that means!) Me: I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING. I mean first of all, who asks that? And secondly why is NOT being pregnant “good for me?” Well, wait… don’t answer that. I know why it’s good for me to NOT be pregnant. The whole miserable 9 months, the labor pain, etc. Anyways, the innapropriateness of his question cracked me the hell up. Stuff like that is GREAT! Classic. Shocking! Incredibly hilarious.
1. I'm grateful that the asshole who stole my checks was only able to write ONE check before I figured it out and closed my account. So it only technically cost me $375 dollars until my bank reimbursed me.
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