Three days before school started I got the call- PRESCHOOL!!!  THE TWINS ARE GOING!!  TO PRESCHOOL!!!  Have you ever wanted to vomit from sheer joy?  I have!  The heavens opened and the angels played their trumpets and I screamed and shrieked and jumped up and down, and cried from shock and happiness and relief!  And then trembled with terror whenever the phone rang in case the school had discovered some sort of clerical error and was calling to say “sorry, crazy lady, but never mind.” I had prepared myself for another year of indentured servitude but from 12:40pm to 3:35pm every weekday I am FREEEEEEE!!!  FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!  I can shower!  I can do laundry!  Scoop cat litter!  Pee by myself!  Exercise!  (Theoretically speaking anyway.)  Do laundry!  Dishes!  Pay bills!  Go food shopping!  I can sew and paint and make jewelery and even read a real book (not that I remember how.)  I can answer emails (doubtful) and even write occasionally!  And all of the above can be done in SILENCE!

The twins were so ready for school, too- the social stuff, the learning stuff, blah blah (I’m freeeee!)  (Sorry about that.  Where was I?)  Gregory was so excited that after we bought his “bapack” he dressed himself (in a striped shirt and plaid shorts) and wore his backpack (with the tags still on it) for the rest of the day.

I let them pick out whatever backpacks they wanted from all of Target and funnily enough they picked ones almost the same (Batman) while just a little bit different (like themselves!)

I stitched some felt tags with their initials because I knew I would never remember whose was whose, which went over well because they are very proud of their letters.  (Whenever they see an A or a G on a sign, cereal box, whatever they are SO EXCITED to point out their letter.   “Look, Andrew, there’s your letter!” “How did that get there?”)

Aren’t they cute?!  (I have to admit, it is easier to think they are cute when they go away for three hours a day.)  Oh, and they ride the school bus home!  (Their preschool classes are at the elementary school.)  And a few of the fourth graders are assigned the job of preschool bus helper, so in a twist of extra cuteness Michael helps them get on the bus at the end of the day!

(Coming home after their first day.)

So now I can try new things!  Like facebook.  I have been on there three times now and it still makes ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE to me.  And you are supposed to ask people to be your friend.  Well, what if they say no?   I CAN’T HANDLE THAT KIND OF REJECTION!  I don’t understand why it is so popular now, because I find it to be nothing but stressful.  Someone needs to make a facebook for shy people, where you don’t have to talk to anyone.  Or make friends.  Or suffer from SOCIAL ANXIETY.  (Although I did find that a few White Russians can help with that.  They taste just like chocolate milk!)

So PRESCHOOL!   There were (many) times I never thought this day would come.  In fact, I still can’t believe it.  (Really.)  It might sink in before October or November, but for now I drop them off and walk back to the car in a daze of amazement  (Is this really happening?!)  On Friday I washed the kitchen rug!  I think there might be a chance that someday I might be a real person again!  (Notice I did not say normal person.  I know my limits.)  People keep saying  to me “You’re not going to know what to do with yourself now!”  and I barely manage to keep from answering “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!!”  Because I’m really not thinking that will be a problem.


September 13, 2009. Uncategorized.

One Comment

  1. Susan Recher replied:

    You are one very funny, talented writer and I enjoyed reading your blog. You have a way with words and are very entertaining! Keep blogging!

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