Today, perhaps even as you are reading this, I will be putting Girlfriend on the bus headed for kindergarten, trying desperately not to cry until it rolls away. I don’t know where I’m going to pull the strength from, but I have to find it so I don’t freak her out.
I have issues with the bus, Queefies.
I’m quite certain that somehow there is a black hole that exists between the bus and the classroom that sucks unsuspecting kindergartners in, never to be seen again and unlike some people, I actually want to see my kindergartner again.
There’s also a black hole in the ventilation system at the mall, you know. I never look up when I’m in a big mall because it reminds me to be scared that I’m going to be sucked into the vents and then POOF! Bye, bye, Crissy.
Shut up.
It could totally happen.
Maybe all those people you hear about on the news who go missing at the mall are alive somewhere in the ductwork over Banana Republic.
I don’t really think Girlfriend is going to get sucked into a black hole. Don’t worry. It just seems totally weird and really bad mommyish to just put my baby on a bus and not see her again until much later in the afternoon and just assume she’s fine.
Like, isn’t somebody going to call me to let me know how she’s doing?
Like, can’t I call the school to check on her?
Like, can’t I stand outside the classroom window and tap on the glass and wave “hi” to her?
No. I cannot. I don’t want to be that asshole even though I really, really want to be that asshole.
And so Homeslice, whom Girlfriend calls “The Little Bother,” and I, who she calls “Fuss About,” will walk her to her bus stop and put her on the bus. Hopefully, she will get on it without one of her diva style incidents she’s so famous for, and then we will go home and figure out what we’re going to do without her stealing toys and making messes all over the house. Perhaps we’ll even have time to write our blog and wouldn’t that be something?
Maybe I will find my sense of humor again now that I’m not spending my days refereeing fights, denying eleventy million requests for a “treat” and re-capping markers?
I’m trying to look at all the positives here.
I bought her a Good Luck bear necklace to wear today. She’s wicked into Care Bears. When I give it to her I’m going to tell her that when she feels nervous or scared, just touch her necklace and Good Luck bear will surround her with luck. She has a good imagination. It might work.
And my sweet, wonderful friend Ms.Darkstar made her some special First Day of School perfume! It’s in solid form, like lip balm, and she sent three scents–Blueberry, which is Girlfriend’s favorite, Honey Rose, which is my favorite, and an amazing Berry Peach. You guys need to get some of this stuff because it’s not loaded with chemical crap and you’re not gonna get body rot from it. There’s seriously only like 5 ingredients and they’re all stuff I recognize, so I have no problem putting it on my kid. She feels so grown up to have her very own perfume! It’s really cute.
So yes. If it’s about 9:00 when you’re reading this, say a little prayer for your Crissy that she can manage to hold the water works until Girlfriend gets on the bus.
And it’s a Toy with Me day today! I’ll get you that link in a sec.
HERE IT IS:
