Friday, August 14, 2009

Me cry? The SECOND day of school?

School started yesterday. My girls were NERVOUS!

Sweetums was a slow riser and a very heavy/dead weight object to drag into the building/classroom, but drag I did. I stayed for about ten minutes--much to the teachers dismay but Sweetums delight. (And yes, I was a very aware of the teachers get out of my room looks, but when Sweetums needs me, no look will deter this mother bear! SO look away Mr. Teacher man, look away!)

Pony girl was next to be dropped off. Oh, I'm sorry did I say drop off? What I meant to say was, park my humongous vehicle in the CRAZY psychotic mess of parents pulling up and dropping off and then screeching out of the joint, faculty everywhere telling us where to go and where we COULD NOT go, buses skidding to halts and depositing critters for miles, loud kids EVERYWHERE running hither and thither, orange coned mess. I unbuckled Little man and we happily escorted PG into the building. And YES, I was the ONLY parent in there. And YES, I walked across the entire specifically routed, roped off gym full of before mentioned children/faculty to get to the 4th grade section. And YES, I climbed 40 flights of bleacher steps to sit with my child who insisted on it. And YES, I stood up not two seconds after I sat down as she now had two girlfriends by her and announced that I could depart--which then caused me to have to climb back down the 40 steps, across the roped off section in front of the entire student population, and walk directly in front of the now talking principle, all the while hauling a smiling Little Man along for the experience.WHY? Because my little girl needed me and I was more than happy to oblige!

I went through an all to similar experience during pick-up time. But as I said before. I would do it again if it comforts my girls. Their peace is so worth it!

Today they were both still nervous and wanted me to walk them in. Sweetums' went off without a hitch. PG's on the other hand. Well, it made me cry.

I think PG school drop-off scene is a well functioning mess -- for the experienced-- but for the newbie, not so much. The roads around the school are roped/coned off to aid in the drop off process. The actual car line starts about three blocks away from the actual school doors, and they are in no way letting you in if you for some unknown reason get past the cones on a side street. It is difficult to navigate around and a messy hunt for a parking spot within walking distance. But this morning I got a brilliant idea, I would park and instead of walking her in the front, I would walk her through the side/back doors she would go through if (when) I convince her to ride the bus. Great right? So I drove around the roped off streets, found a great spot on a rather quiet very close to the havoc ridden drop-off scene up front, and parked. This maybe should have warned me of the upcoming trouble...but it did not, I was simply thinking, "I have found the gem of a drop-off spot." Now you may be asking, Mrs. KIR, no one in the 50 bazillion years of the school being open has ever found this treasure? Just you? Don't you think that is odd?" Nope, I did not. So it stands to reason that when we were immediately stopped by two very nice faculty members, I was taken aback. They promptly informed us that drop-off was not allowed in this area--this was strictly a bus zone and cars were not allowed in here. They were so nice about it I simply ho-hummed away. So why did I start crying immediately upon re-entering my vehicle?

Because PG was TICKED! I am talking, walked ahead of me, cussing under her breath about "embarrassing" and "had to do that", and "why can't I just"...MAD! She did not turn to look at me or say goodbye as I deposited her so lovingly in the gym. I walked back to my imperfect parking spot, buckled LM and cried.

I know, I am a wimp, and in serious trouble when teen years hit. I know!


Becky said...

Well, heck, I'd have cried long before you did in the same situation! I think you handled things pretty well, actually.

Riley hasn't even started and I've already cried. So, yeah. You're doing good. :)

Life with boys... said...

hugs!!! Lots of them! May next week run much more smoothly...