I have survived an insurmountable challenge. And not just survive, thrive. I THRIVED in the face of Mount Everest. Or Mother’s Day Out. You know, same.
Yea, so my wittle itty bitty baby boy started MDO this week. What is it about your last kid? JEEZ, he is so my BABY. I have always celebrated as Declan got older. I loved seeing what was over the horizon, what stage was beginning, what nightmarish behavior was going to end (we tell the truth here). I never mourned the loss of an age with him, ever. But with Simon? Oh manomano… he’s got me WRAPPED TIGHT.
I mean, just look at him.
But as usual, I underestimated his abilities, though, and he has done pretty damn well for his first week at any kind of school or day care. I did take the time to prep his teachers by taking him by to meet them and hopefully let his irresistible eyes and teeth (HIS TEETH ARE KILLER. They are sugar cubes filled with unicorns and daisies.) and little baby words win them over before I unleashed him. Amazingly, this wasn’t necessary.
He has shed tears when Paul drops him off (see what I did there? Left Paul with the dirty work.) but the teachers said he doesn’t cry long. The tears upon being left don’t really bother me, honestly. The weeks before school started, however, I was a total MESS. I couldn’t even talk about him going without starting to shake my foot or get hot and sweaty. I DON’T WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT, I said to Paul whenever he mentioned our new schedule (have I mentioned Paul loves schedules? LOVES them. Me? Notsomuch.). I wasn’t worried about the leaving part. I kept picturing him 3 hours in, just sobbing, waiting on mommy to come rescue him from this child-sized hell.
But the day of, I just kind of chilled. Actually, if the truth be told, we were coming off a weekend of togetherness in Richmond (READ: 8 hours in the car each way) and I basically wanted to go live in a commune in Utah for a few days to get some DAMN PEACE AND QUIET AND NO, WE WILL NOT WATCH PONYO AGAIN OR I WILL SNAP. So it’s possible that I wasn’t so much not worried about him on the first day as I was ready to be away from everyone in my family that pees standing up. Either way, it worked.
So yea, he’s been great. He’s napped, he’s eaten (well, he’s eaten his cookies that I of course packed for him, because who can resist him pointing at the cabinet and going KOOK-EEEEEEE!”? No one, that’s who.) and he doesn’t act like he hates me for abandoning him so I can have career fulfillment, so winning all around.
After the second day, his teacher even declared him “easy,” which I knew meant they were in for it, just like me. We may have gotten the first hint of that today, with this progress report on “What we are working on”:
I can’t wait til he starts hitting.
But overall, I’m super proud of him and I’m kinda super proud of me for not freaking out and also kinda wishing that his school was open later so I can stop by the mall after work. I think I am progressing quite nicely.