I do this thing with birthdays where in my mind, it has to be the birthday person’s most special day everrrrrr. In concept, that sounds great. But making that happen? Totally impossible. You can’t make every.single.birthday the most wonderful day ever. The pressure is crazy.
Unfortunately, I do the same for firsts. I get all excited and happy and expectant and I end up psyching myself out to the point where I just don’t want to do whatever it was I was looking forward to.
So this year, instead of focusing on Monday being THE FIRST DAY BACK TO SCHOOL! I’m tricking myself into thinking that it’s just the second week back and it’s just another day. Yes, there will now be students and yes, I will now be teaching, but it’s just another day.
Except Monday is also Ellexa’s first day of “big girl school” (she attended pre-school at the same learning center she went to daycare). It’s her FIRST! DAY! OF SCHOOL! So I’m psyching myself out about that. Especially because our mornings are already so hectic and adding another school to the mix will definitely be testing our time constraints. I can’t not go to my child’s first day of school and walk her into her classroom and stay for a bit. I just can’t! So I’m praying it all works out and goes smoothly and she doesn’t cry and Elliah doesn’t have a meltdown at pre-school and I’m not epically late to work.
And oh my gosh, did I mention Caleb started 7th grade this year? He shot up and slimmed down and is all grown up.
And Monika. She’s a junior. A JUNIOR. What the hell, man???
I’m gonna go make me a tea and cry in a corner. Forget firsts! Bah.