Watson’s First Day of School

Oh boy. Let’s hope Baby Boy’s first day of school isn’t a sign of what’s to come the remainder of the year!

He and Baby Girl were dressed all matchy-matchy, ready to rule the school. We dropped sister off at her classroom where she saw her friend Sydney playing in home living and promptly forgot I even existed.

We headed down the hall, through the bazillion double doors…that can only be unlocked with my special parent key fob…that was conveniently located in my hand…that was carrying Baby Boy’s bookbag and 4 grocery bags full of his “school supplies”.

We walk into his classroom and I realize I am clearly the only non-first-time-mom in this class. The teacher was surrounded by about 5 moms handing her pages of written instructions as to when Sally* eats, or how warm Johnny* likes his bottle, or what lullaby to sing to Susie* when she naps and blah blah blah blah.

I scanned the room for the assistant teacher {whom I happen to know, so hopefully she doesn’t think I’m Worst Mom of the Year}, tossed Baby Boy her way, and hung his bookbag on his hook as I told her, “He had a bottle when he woke up but I can’t remember what time that was. And he ate the part of his sister’s breakfast bar that fell on the floor, but if he’s still hungry, I think I packed some cheerios in his bag. I’m not positive. He’s not really on a nap schedule so if he acts tired then just put him down. See ya at noon. Thanks!”

By this time Baby Boy is crying, although I’m not sure if it’s because he doesn’t want me to leave, or if he doesn’t want me to leave him with the children of these crazy mamas. I’m not a perfect parent by any means, but, Holy Moly!, teach your kid to be a little more go-with-the-flow or else he’s gonna be the kid that nobody wants to invite to their birthday party because he pitches a fit when he gets the inside piece of cake with blue frosting instead of the corner piece that has Batman’s arm on it. I’m just sayin.

Let’s hope day two of school is a little less…ummm….annoying.

*Please note these names have been changed to protect the possible friendships I may make with one or more of these moms, leading them to read my blog.