First Day of School
Here's the obligatory first day of school picture.
Notice Soren's not in it. That's because apparently 2nd graders can't be bothered with these things. He wouldn't get in the picture. Nope. No Way. No How.
Jonas refused to wear his new cute outfit.
Marek insisted he wear his new baseball cap with a football shirt.
Why did I bother to buy cute first day of school outfits?
Fine whatever — get in the dang car.
When we hit the parking lot, Soren jumped out and met up with his friend and started to race away. What? I called after him:
"Soren, I love you."
He ignored me.
"Soren, have a good first day of school," I called loudly.
"STOP IT MOM!!!"
I held Jonas' hand all the way down to the Kindergarten. I got choked up when I asked if he knew which backpack pocket I put his snack in.
"Yes, mom ...."
Fine whatever. At least he allowed me to kiss and hug him before I left.
Well, there's always Marek.
I asked him to hang his hat up on the hook. Which he did. He held my hand, he kissed me, and he ran back and whispered "I love you mommy."
Awww — love them when they're four.
As I walked out of the school though I realized that I was leaving all three of them at the school at the same time. I had a whole hour to myself. Why hadn't I realized that?
I am going to have a whole hour to myself twice a week. Oh, the beautiful things I can do with a whole hour to myself. I could walk, outside, without supervision. I could get a latte. Try on shoes. Go back to bed.
I'm rejoicing my new found freedom. Any suggestions?