I started this post three days ago while staring at the phone. What call was I awaiting? A call from a charter school to tell me that they had space for my 4- year-old. Her birthday is late and so was I... in deciding to put her in school early. And so for three days I wandered my house feeling like a loser mom, (nothing new) for not having her registered earlier and waiting to the last minute. I should have decided sooner. I should have petitioned the school board last March to let her start early at the school Aubs is in. What if I can't get her in anywhere? I was panic stricken that I would have to home school. (Don't get me wrong, I have NOTHING against home schooling. There is just a sense of my own nothingness as I sat down to teach my child something that someone else would eventually test her on.) By Wednesday night I was resigned that there was no room. Something else would have to be done. But what?
This morning about 9:00 I got a call. As a mother of 5, the first week of school (any week for that matter) there are some things that go through my mind when the phone rings within an hour of school starting.... what kid left what at home this time? Please don't let it be a nurse with a kid throwing up. Please let it only be the nurse and not an assistant principal. The list goes on and on. My call was not any of those calls, it was a call from a number I recently memorized. It was a call from the charter school. Yes they had room for Daphne and if i was interested I could bring her right over.
In a matter of moments my child and I were screaming in each others faces like groupies at a rock concert as we put on her socks and shoes. She squealed as she brushed her teeth and hair. We packed a lunch and she squealed some more while getting buckled when we talked about how she gets to go to school everyday except...Saturday and Sunday. Squeal some more.
Now she is gone. I am home alone and not sure, if anything I am going to do today. Oh wait, for sure I need to call the moms of the girls invited to Aubs b-day party. I need to have that on Saturday and I didn't get around to invitations. Yet another regret and reason I am not qualified for 6.
And BTW no I didn't think to take a picture of all of them together on the first day. That would have been infinitely more convenient while doing this post, but at least I got a pic of each of them.
5 comments:
What is so funny about this is I can see you doing all of it. the pacing, the squealing the running around. How great that she got in the school and maybe this means you might blog more...
hmm, im not sure if its the fact that the picture quality is low, i dont have glasses, or that i look kinda cheesy that i dont like this picture of myself.
You're a good mom - no matter the number!
I bet you could mother a dozen!! Not that you should aspire to be the next Michelle Duggar. But, I bet you're wonderful. We put too many things on our woulda-should-coulda list.
All 5 in school!! That is quite the accomplishment...bring on the strong man with the palm leaves and some bon bons!!!
You crack me up! You are the last person I would call a "loser mom." I think we are always harder on ourselves than we are on others. But if it makes you feel any better (misery loves company and all that), Emily started school a day before her sisters, but I took all their "first day of school" pictures on the same day. And I have NEVER even thought of taking one of all of them together. I'll have to remember that...
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