Shitty Thing The First: I am not happy about the election results and I was up way too late watching dismal returns.
Shitty Thing The Second: Lumpyhead forgot his backpack this morning.
More accurately, his parents forgot his backpack. I am grumpy. Bump is tired. Lumpyhead didn't have school on Monday or yesterday, so our morning routine is in disarray. It was the first time we forgot it, but I'm sure it won't be the last. We are, after all, us.
Lumpyhead was distraught at dropoff. As I was pulling away, I saw him shuffling dejectedly to the school door. He was so hangdog that an adult stopped to ask him what was wrong.
Lumpyhead was thrilled to see me - and the damn backpack - when I returned to school a few minutes later. Almost as pleased was his teacher. "Oh the backpack," she remarked flatly, clearly relieved. I'm certain Lumpyhead complained nonstop about that damn backpack the entire time he was bereft.
On Friday I made my second appearance in Lumpyhead's classroom, and wow, nothing compares to the affection of kindergarteners. There were hugs and nonsense stories and more five-year-old awesome than I can describe. Three little girls drew pictures of me. One kid told me he loved me.
So when I showed up with Lumpyhead's backpack this morning, I was treated as a Recognized Celebrity. It is impossible to be cranky when you're greeted with wildly enthusiastic waving and excited squeals.
Man, I love kindergarten.
5 comments:
Yeah, I love(d) kindergarten too.
In comparison, first grade sucks.
Thank goodness Cupcake goes into kindy next year, so I can once again be a kindy parent hero!
Yeah whenever we somehow omit something TLM wants, she goes on about it for hours (and I mean this literally).
My other half seems quite popular at the school - but then he is a very imposing and handsome guy..
Henry forgot his backpack on *the first day* of Kindergarten. Needless to say they wouldn't even let me in the room to deliver it. FF five years into the future: I'm still forgetting to pack his stuff.
I've been telling Thalia she needs to stay five forever. I made her pinky swear. We'll see how that goes.
The night before my wedding my mom asked me, "Are you sure you want to do this?" and I couldn't figure out where the hell that question could be coming from and then she told me, "Because when you were five, you told me you wanted to live with me forever. I'm just checking in and making sure you changed your mind." Crazy woman.
(and how behind in blog reading am I?)
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