Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Why can't I ever come up with a good blog post title?
I still hate it.
It's like the start of the year all over again.
She is sitting at the table and writing like she never picked up a pencil before in her life.
I don't sit with her anymore. I learned that early on, but tonight? This time? I had to try to explain it to her, have her write the words and so forth and tell her the assignment. And so I watched her and I started sweating.
For G-dssake, child, don't hold the pencil like that.
Not like that, either.
Why are you doing this?
Why won't you write like a big girl?
She wraps her pencil in paper towel.
Sit down, please.
Stop jumping rope.
It's 80-something degrees in here, we don't have the air on yet, and you're sweating like crazy.
SIT DOWN, PLEASE.
Most of this I did not say. Except the first few sentences. About the pencil.
I finally gave her some instruction and walked away.
It's not easy at this time of the year. I get it. It's hot and she just wants to sit down, snack, watch TV. Me, too. I'm human, I know.
She's been doing incredibly well lately, too. I don't feel broken anymore.
I've stopped overreacting.
For the most part, anyway.
It's been a good year, this first year apart.
It was rough going early on. Not for her, necessarily. She loved it. But for me. It wasn't easy.
I did learn not to miss her so much.
I also stopped making her the cutest lunches of all time. You guys knew I would. It was exhausting. I mean, it was cute and all. And she liked them. But she likes any kind of lunch I give her, so we're good.
For the most part we didn't have too many what I learned in Kindergarten moments.
Although she did apparently teach my husband that the "b-word" is not a nice thing to say. Awesome.
And she told me how a tornado is formed. Yup.
I'll be the first to admit that science and I do not get along. So I'm glad she's got her daddy's brain when it comes to that sort of thing.
And I'm glad she had such a positive year.
And I'm also glad I have her scheduled for at least one week of camp this summer.
Because ... seriously?
I'm pretty sure I'm gonna have to chill some wine. A LOT of wine.
But hey, it's almost always 5 o'clock somewhere, right?