I Will Not Fear, Stress or Worry

I just won't.

My baby is going to Preschool... Pre K-3... all day long. Today's his FIRST DAY! Woohooo!

He'll be 4 0n October 5th, but he's still in the three year old class because he missed the birthday cutoff by one week. It's not a bad thing, though... because he definitely has some maturing to do, so I'm sure he'll be just fine.

But I will not fear, stress or worry over the following things that may or may not happen while he is in school:

1. He may or may not remove all his clothing and walk around naked.

2. He may or may not ask someone to "pull his finger." We have Daddy to thank for that.

3. He may or may not take his pants and underwear off while going to the bathroom, then put them back on inside out or backwards, totally neglect to put his underwear back on, or stay in the bathroom screaming at the top of his lungs: "I need HELP. I need HELP. I need HELP."

4. He may or may not spit at someone or say "shush up" (his way of saying shut up -- these are things he learned in day care - joy!).

5. He may or may not miss his mommy and daddy so much that he cries all day.... waaaaaaaaaa!

6. He may or may not insist that red is really green. Yes it is! (unless, of course, he's color blind or "challenged")

7. He may or may not walk around humming the theme to Jeopardy. (picked it up at day care)

8. He may or may not break his neck performing super kamikaze stunts, somersaults, cartwheels or dive bombs from the classroom furniture.

9. He may or may not make accept the fact that there is indeed an "S" in the front of certain words, such as: S-nake, S-pot, S-top, S-care, S-pank, S-tare, S-cale, S-crewdriver, S-pider, S-poon, S-oft, S-ofa, etc. It's cute now, but I'm sure it won't be at age 18.

10. He may or may not pee outside behind the building when they go out for recess (crossing my fingers on this one).

All-in-all... I know he will have a wonderful time. He will be stretched to learn, and will enjoy playing with all the children. It will be different from the normal in-home daycare we've had him in. His provider has been absolutely wonderful and has treated him like one of her own grandchildren, and we are forever grateful to her for watching him.

Our little boy is moving on to a new chapter in his life and I can't wait to see all the changes it will bring! He's got his back pack ready, his new fall jacket hanging on the hook, his lunch box and thermos, and he's sooo exited. So, I will not fear, stress or worry, because this is a good thing. A very, VERY good thing.

Changes in my life...

I hate change.

In fact, I hate it so much that I would prefer to stay in a job I sort of like with a boss I hate than move to a job I'll sort of like with a boss I'll love. Trust me when I say... it isn't because I love to live in misery. In fact, no one treats me better than me. Except for maybe my husband. But, for whatever reason, I hate change.

And next week marks huge change in my life.

My son begins preschool. Pre-K-3. And I'm already dreading all the change. Because again, no one treats me better than me (or my husband). And I'll no longer be able to treat myself to waking up at the last minute.

For instance, I'll now have to wake up every day at 5:30 instead of 6:15, and folks, I am NOT a morning person. 45 minutes is HUGE to me! This means my alarm will now have to go off at 4:45 just so I can be awake enough to get out of bed by 5:30. To some, that's plain silly, like my husband, who can hit the alarm clock the first time it goes off and roll out of bed running. I hate people like that. And yet, I chose to spend my entire life with someone like that. I'm finding that "ironic."

Anyway, next change is that I'll be having to make lunches every day. That may be a good thing, because if I'm making one, I might as well make two -- one for him, one for me!

Of course, another change is that I'll be waking up TWO people and getting them both washed, brushed and dressed instead of one. Fortunately, only one of us uses makeup.

THEN ... oh, heavens. I'll have to fix BREAKFAST every single day. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. And encourage a sleepy 4 year old to actually eat it, because it is, after all, brain food.

Finally, I'll have to drop Hunter off at before-care by 7:00 so I can make it to work by 7:30.

Did I mention I'm not a morning person?

Yeah. Changes.

Hate 'em.