Little Daily's First Day of School
The excitement started on Monday, the holiday, where she was asking loads of questions about Kindergarten!
What will it be like?
Will I finally get to take the bus tomorrow?
Will the bus be fun?
Will I have friends there from my last school?
Will my teacher be nice?
Questions similar to those listed above lasted all day and all night for us. It was after dinner, before her bath, when I was asking her what she wanted to have for lunch at school. Just then it hit her...she really was finally going to school.
"MOMMMMY? The day after tonight I go to school?"
"Yes! You get to take the bus too. You must be so happy!"
"Mommy, do I REALLY have to listen at school? I don't ever have to listen to you at home. I don't know if I'm ready!"
She was right, she hardly listens to me. She listens to Mr. Daily. When he says "No" to something like eating an entire chocolate cake, she'll come find me and ask as if she didn't ask her Daddy. If I say "No" she will then ask for a tiny piece and of course I'd give her a tiny piece if she's eaten all her dinner and hasn't had "junk" for quite some time.
So, she doesn't want to listen at school and she's already fearing the fact that she won't get away with the "double ask pray" talk like she does at home. When bedtime came around 7:30, she already started with the "I Can't sleep" bit. I told her it's okay to be excited and stupidly told her to close her eyes and dream about what her first day of being a big kid taking the bus to school will be like and what she's going to learn in class.
I was in a sleep state for...ummm...10 minutes, maybe, when I heard the first cry!
Doesn't this figure! I was actually tired, and not having a night (or days worth) of insomnia and I got the first cry. She wanted to know if her bus would be purple because she wanted the yellow bus like all the other kids ride on and her dream put her in a purple bus. I assured her it would be yellow and left the room.
For the remainder of the night/morning Mr. D. and I were being constantly greeted by a little face with a sounding and looking like image of Cindy-Loo-Who, holding her hello kitty doll, at our bedside. She gave up on the screaming and just kept coming in to ask questions. I got to a point where I asked myself why I was even bothering with trying to sleep. The constant interruption of that sweet voice was, in my opinion, doing me more harm than good.
I did end up going to sleep at the suggestion of Mr. Daily. It was 5:45 AM and I had to be up and get her ready at 7:45 AM so I could possibly get in a good 2 hours. If he didn't wake me at 7:45, I would have slept the day away.
She rushed in my room after Mr. Daily gave her breakfast and got her ready to tell me it was time to go to the school bus. My Parent's met us there.
We got to the bus stop and she was SO excited, I think she almost tinkled her pants. My Dad started crying and she asked "Papa? Why are you sad?" and he just told her that it was a happy sad that his little "hockey puck" was a big girl now going off to school on the big yellow bus.
She said, "Don't you worry Papa, I won't kiss a boy yet. My Dad told me I'm in time-out forever if I do. Can you believe how mean that is Papa?" OMG! That just made my Dad sob and laugh! My Mother couldn't even believe it. I could. The poor man just said goodbye to his first born grandchild over the weekend when she went off to college and now he's putting his little "hockey puck" on a school bus. He has such a bond with Little Daily. When he was in the hospital last year with heat problems (several times) and had his pacemaker implanted, Little Daily let him know to "Grow up" that she did it when she was a baby! LOL! I really think she's what got him through it.
We went to the bus stop just before 3 PM. It was running late. When it came, she just bolted off that bus and unfortunately there was so much traffic we could hardly hear what she was saying, about school, as the cars and trucks were driving past. She wouldn't talk about it again when we got home either. Just that she had the "BEST DAY EVER!" and her favorite parts were lunch and recess! While she was in school, I baked, FROM SCRATCH, cookies just like my Mom used to do every now and then when I was in school. She LOVED it! I had told her that my Mom did that for me when I was little.
Oh, and the bad news kids...that bratty psycho kid from her birthday party that is the grandchild of the daycare provider is in the same school! Thankfully, they are NOT in the same class but do play at recess together! She does bring home little "Bratty girl" talk and I immediately know she was with that child during lunch or recess. So far only one time for lunch...thank GOD!
I think I survived only because she was happy and I was more concerned about my Dad's sadness. He loves her to death and remembered me, also the youngest, on my first day. Him and I were best friends when I was little and remain very close, nothing's changed with our relationship. I love them both!
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