Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Kindergarten is Coming

Kindergarten looming in the distance has not been bothering me, not one little bit, because Georgia's going back to the same school, in the same mixed-ages classroom, with the same two teachers, so it feels a whole lot...the same.  It's just 5 days a week instead of 3, so what's the big deal?

Except now I'm sitting here while Waylon is napping, and June is off at "Summer Madness" camp (i.e., hanging out at Ms. Linda's house for a couple of hours - "camp" makes me feel like there should be cabins, fires, and water skiing, but everything for kids these days is apparently called camp), and Georgia is writing up a guest list for June's third birthday in her journal (it's pretty exclusive, but lots of stuffed animals made the cut).  So, yeah, I'm freaking out because this suddenly feels like the last day ever that she and I can just hang out.  (Duh, I know it's not, but it sure feels that way.)  I'm not looking forward to being bound by the school calendar.  I prefer total freedom and autonomy, thank you very much.  (Not enough to homeschool, so don't even make that joke.)  And yes, there is a part of me that is very much looking forward to having someone else be responsible for entertaining and challenging Georgia for most of the day.  Blah, blah, blah, I get it.  Still, I'm just saying.  I am presently turning into the total cliche mother and will definitely be hiding my tears from my baby as she heads off to school on the first day.  Thank God there will be no bus involved; that would just put me over the edge.

Okay, I have to go stare at this picture and hyperventilate into a bag now.  (Just kidding.  I think I will play with the live version of one of these children instead.)  

{June dressed herself today. And put her panda in a plastic bag to make sure it doesn't get wet. (???) Georgia also chose her own dress (and added the random blue ribbon), but it looked so short I had to check the tag to make sure she hadn't accidentally grabbed the 3T instead of the 5T. Nope, just growing. Her legs may make you wonder if we're feeding her, but I swear she consumes more than any other child, male or female, that I have ever encountered.}

1 comment:

Beth said...

June. Rocks. Knee. Socks!!!