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The first day of school usually ends with a celebration of sorts…not this time!
Ahhh, the first day of school…such a momentous occasion in the life of a stay-at-home-mom. Or any mom, really!
THE KIDS ARE BACK IN SCHOOL!
THEY ARE NO LONGER IN THE HOUSE!
IT IS TIME TO CELEBRATE!
Thursday morning started off a little rough in our household.
It was to be my daughter’s first day of first grade, plus my four and two-year-olds were headed back to preschool.
I could tell that Lilly was a little nervous (okay, a lot nervous). Many things were different in first grade.
First of all, it was now a full day of school. Her bus would pick her up a little after 7:00 A.M. and not get back til after 3:00 P.M.
Kindergarten, on the other hand, was only four hours.
Now she would have to stay all day, eat lunch in a cafeteria, and be in a class with all new people. Kind of scary for a six-year-old!
I’m sure it didn’t help that I refused to drive her to school, but hello! The bus stops literally right in front of our house.
Like I am going to get dressed and drag my two other kids into the car at 7:00 just because my oldest doesn’t want to go on the bus?
Yeah, no. Not happening.
We hit another snag when I went to pack her lunch and discovered that it, umm, wasn’t there.
WHERE. IS. YOUR. LUNCHBOX? I screamed as calmly as I could.
It was nowhere to be found, so she had to use an old lunchbox of mine. Tragic, I know.
She wouldn’t let me do her hair, and then she put a too-small Frozen hoodie on over her lovely little collared dress.
So in other words, she was all set for school!
The bus pickup went fine, excluding the part where she scowled in every picture I took of her while waiting outside with her friends.
(Sidenote– at what point do I have to start reading books with titles like The Strong-Willed Child and When Your Child Just Won’t Listen! Feels like maybe soonish.)
But anyway, she made it to school, my other kids made it to preschool, and I had the morning to myself.
I went for a run, did some errands, and enjoyed being kid-free for a few hours.
The rest of the day was uneventful. I rejoiced with my fellow mom friends that the kids were finally back in school.
When the school bus dropped my daughter off that afternoon, I breathed a sigh of relief.
We made it through the first day! Woo hoo!
Time for a happy hour drink? A celebratory cocktail to kick off the school year?
Well, ordinarily I would have said yes to that. Today, I declined.
It seems kind of silly, really. Like I deserve a glass of wine for sending my child to school all day. I mean, it wasn’t that hard.
It’s funny, once the option to drink is off the table for me, it is somewhat easy to say no to it. Does that make sense?
I guess it explains how during the nine months of pregnancy it isn’t that difficult to abstain from alcohol. It just isn’t an option.
So, the first day of school is in the books and I celebrated by going to bed early with the promise of no hangover in the morning.