'Twas the night before kindergarten when all through the house
Several creatures were stirring, like a cat in lockdown, who was quite the grouch.
All the bags were packed on the kitchen counter with care
In hopes that Mommy didn't forget anything important (like washing her hair).
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of crayons danced in their heads.
And Dad in his sneakers and I in my pajamas
Had just settled down for some facebook/TV drama.
Okay, I really don't have the time, the energy or the creativity to try and finish this up properly.
Suffice it to say that my classroom and teacher-Kim are both ready for tomorrow. The rest of the days after that are a bit more questionable.
Mom and wife-Kim...well, she's pretty much ready for tomorrow. All of our bags are packed and the clothes are all laying out, ready for a quick morning escape. Hopefully all will go smoothly in the Land of Zustiak, and there will be no small child locking everyone out of his bedroom tomorrow morning (as was the case today--I had to unscrew the door knob from the door in order to get into Connor's room so that he could change clothes and not have to leave the house in his long-sleeved, long-pants dinosaur pjs and flip flops).
Connor's completely ready to start kindergarten. He nearly had a meltdown earlier today when her realized that he didn't actually get to go to class today. I foresee absolutely no problems from him tomorrow morning.
I have a feeling I may shed a few tears, though.
I've been sad about this summer coming to a close. I'm always sad to go back to school. I enjoy my 2.5 months to play stay-at-home-mom each summer. I wish I could do it all year round (although I'm not sure I'd be very good at it). But this summer, it's even more sad for me because my first born is starting kindergarten. We are starting a new phase of parenthood. I'm not sure I'm ready for this phase. I already miss my identity as the mother of pre-schoolers (even though I still have one pre-schooler left!). I don't want to have a school-aged child yet. I miss my babies and toddlers. The past 5 years have gone by so fast, and I'm afraid the next 5 will go by even faster! I just want to slow time down, even stop it for a while. If I'm wishing for the impossible, I'd like to just go back and relive the past 5 years, actually.
Yeah, that sounds good...relive the past 5 years...
That's what I'm going to dream about tonight.
Alright, I have to go to bed or I'm going to be seriously cranky tomorrow. That's not a good way to start a new school year.
Tune back in tomorrow for pictures of my little man's big day!!
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It's hard, that's for sure. But you can do it. And as much as you love reliving the "good old days", rest assured that there are many amazing discoveries to come. You get to watch your little boy turn into something wonderful in a different way....his own person. Good luck!
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