First Day of School?

You would have thought I said first day of your 90 day sentence in Prison from all the tears he had streaming down his face.

It was Evans first day of Kindergarten today.

They had a story time, where parents could stay and share a story with their kids. We read the Kissing Hand and apparently that was my sons cue to start sobbing.

He went to school last year and survived.

He knew what was going to happen this year and was very excited about it....until that moment. No matter how strong you believe you are, you are not strong enough to waddle through the tears of a child that believes he's being abandoned. Not without a few of your own being shed. I had to run out of that room the second the teacher distracted him.

If I had stayed one second longer, I would have dragged him back home and started a new home school curriculum. We don't need that to happen. This Momma likes a few hours of free time and that boy needs some friends so he doesn't turn into the hermit-people phobia that I've become.

Evan will be there all day this year. I'm so darn excited. I even packed him a special lunch.

I'm more excited about packing a lunch than anything else.

You ever have those moments, when you think, "this is the moment when I feel like a real Mom".

I've had a few of those. Like when you get thrown up on the first time. Or when you fix a really bad, bloody, boo-boo.

Packing a lunch has been one of those moments for me.

Not sure why, but it was so cool! I packed him a cute sandwich, Cheeto's (his favorite), yogurt, juice and a brownie.

Now that I think about it, I hope he can get the brownie open. How crappy would that be? "My Mom gave me a brownie, except I can't get it out of this tightly glued package."

That would suck.

I am excited for him, because I know he's going to have a blast. But I still feel like I'm missing an arm. I hope I can remember to pick him up.

That would be a crappy Mom moment. Not that I haven't had many of those before, but I'm going to try to stick with ones that will be less traumatizing for my kids. He had a hard time letting go this morning, the last thing I need to do is reaffirm his fears that I won't be coming back for him.

I have to make this short. My daughter is throwing a HUGE fit because the darn tiara won't stay on her over-large head. We can't help it....special tiaras will need to be made for these noggins.

I did take a First Day of School picture but I'm way to lazy to get the SD card and put it on here. I'm sure you all either have your own kids or have Facebook and friends/family that have kids going to school. Use one of those as an example, except throw in a half-crazy smile and a dirty face.

Draw on some tears and *poof* my kid.

Coffee time. Gotta go!