For the past month, I have felt like my whole life has revolved around prepping for this day.
First, at work, we have been building a binge drinking prevention web site for college freshmen that has been fraught with trials and tribulations. Delays and damnations. But finally. FINALLY. The site launched today. It’s the biggest site we have built to date. Has the most advanced technology we have ever attempted. Full of video. Yup – it’s pretty much BAD ASS.
Oh, and it’s been Bryan’s baby. He’s run the nuts and bolts on this project from the rooter to the tooter. So, the man has been working like a dog for weeks and was forced to miss the other major event of the day to see this thing set sail smoothly.
I am… SO. PROUD. OF. MY. CREW.
I wish I could share the site with you all, but it’s a government research project, so it stays under wraps for a while till we are able to prove exactly how bad ass it is. But trust me on this one.
IT. IS. BAD. ASS.
OK, so, speaking of bad ass, have I mentioned that my son… the one who does not turn 5 until September… yeah, him… HE STARTED KINDERGARTEN TODAY!?!?!?!?!
I am… SO. PROUD. OF. MY. SON.
He made it through today like a champ. I know he (and I) were completely prepped by the fact that he attended preschool last year, but it still was all a bit overwhelming (and when I say “overwhelming,” I mean “chaos.”) Especially when at first, I watched the two classes line up and I saw so many of his friends from last year in the other Kindie class. My acid reflux was quivering until I saw a certain little girl, the very one who called Declan “her Prince” all last year, line up behind Declan, bound for his classroom.
Aren’t they freaking adorable?
The other surprise pupil in Declan’s class? The little boy who was next to him in the NICU. I am not kidding. We were in the NICU for 6 weeks when Declan was born early and the little boy who was in the cradle next to Declan is in Declan’s Kindergarten class. A-maz-ing.
OK, back to the blathering. There was two hours of teachers talking and confusion and questions and confusion and answers and more confusion… but again, I feel MUCH better than I did at this point last year.
And then we broke off at half day. As we will all week except Friday. Because, you see – they are required by the district to TEST each and every Kindergartener. For an hour. For placement. It says in the package that Kindergarten is more like the 1st grade that we knew growing up, but this sounds more like the S.A.T. to me. And don’t get me started on scrambling to find coverage every afternoon this week. Because every working parent has plenty of vacation time to throw about, and can take off any time they want, right?
But here is where Declan helped me out a bit. He asked – nay, demanded to be brought back over to the school this afternoon for the afterschool care. I figured, what the hell? I am paying for it, right? So, we headed back over in time to watch the mayhem of afternoon pickup and went to the cafeteria to find the afterschool teachers. Remember the Dream Team? Two of them where standing at the door greeting the kids and Declan leaped into Desmond’s arms with absolute glee. He barely waved goodbye to me as Desmond grabbed his hand and they all headed inside to start the jamboree!
Seriously, this was the only part of the day that I got, to use my friend Stacie’s word, verklempt. Partly because… DAMN. My boy is SO growing up. And partly because I was thrilled to be back in this system that felt so good to me. Yes, it’s chaos and I am not good with chaos.
But the look on Desmond’s face as he lifted my son up into his arms?
That’s the calm in the storm.