There Comes A Day....

       In every mother's life there comes a day when you have to send your little baby off to school.. While some wait until they are 5 and have to go some like me go ahead and send them to a pre-school/nursery school (bad mommy, that is how I sort of feel).. It really isn't that bad at all he only goes 2 days a week for 3 hours a day (tell that to my husband he acted like I was sending him to high school) I just wanted him to get an idea of how school was going to be, how cruel to send him in to war without some kind of training.. It is just my son and I all the time he needed to be around other kids and understand what structure is (if I even ask him to wipe his face off he goes crazy) and he needed to learn that when a teacher says something you do it.. Plus I figured he would love it, since he is in love with numbers, letters well anything that has to do with education.. Of course I was right, the day of his open house came and he didn't want to leave..
        As the first day of school approached I knew it was going to be and emotional roller coaster, I mean my baby was going to school and I am 5 months pregnant you put 2+2 togther.. The morning started out great we got up ate breakfast got ready (hey i'm doing a lot better than I thought) half way to his school just minding my own business then BAM tears start rolling down my face.. What is going on I wasn't even thinking about him in school I was thinking about going to the grocery store.. Then we pull in to the parking lot by now I look like lady gaga with my make up half way down my face, I am trying to get myself together but just can't,+ then out of nowhere I hear my grandmas voice.. Oh crap the tears won't stop now and of course I make her cry which in turn makes me cry even more if that is possible the whole time my son is saying "momma I wanna go inside de scwhool" to which I reply "I know baby" I am just trying to gather myself together so I don't look like an idiot.. Well I get myself calm enough to get in the door, get his backpack off, sign him in (in this time he has already ran into the classroom, crap no pics for momma and no goodbye) of course I forgot to put his name tag on so I had to go in and find him.. When he sees me I guess he thought oh no this lady is taking my home again so he takes off running I finally wrangle him down get his tag on go to take a pic and he is gone, so you know what happens next I COMPLETELY LOOSE IT.. It is so bad one of the teachers comes over and gives me a hug telling me it will be ok, my not wanting to look like an idiot has went right out the window.. So I am high tailing it out of there but first lets stop by the bathroom for some more tissues and to get a look at the horror show I call my face.. As I am trying to make the great escape I am spotted by another mother who is not crying, I am going to take this time and let you know NONE of the other mothers were crying which made me feel even more crazy town than I had (later on I found it most of them cried in their cars, good for them to have enough strength to hold it in, or maybe they just aren't pregnant) and of course she was trying to make me feel better but what was going to make me feel better was getting to my car and get my crying out.. Finally made it to my car but once there I still cried for 30 MIN. it would not stop for anything and of course I decided to do all my errands that day since my son wasn't with me, real smart idea wonder what all the people thought of me that day..
     In the middle of running my errands I decided to call and check up on him, to make sure he was ok.. When I call one of the teachers inform me he was a little whinny but ok now that he was eating snack and about to go outside.. Oh great what was he whinning about? Did he not get his way? Was someone being mean to him? Did he not like the snack (he is uber picky about food)? So of course I was a wreck for the rest of the morning.. Then the time came to pick him up from school I got there 10 min. early which was a mistake because they were 5 min. late letting them out and by then I was so hot it felt like I was dripping sweat (you have to wait in a hallway with about 20 other parents so it gets a little hot) good thing my makeup was gone from crying for 1 hour straight that morning.. They called his name it took a while for him to come out and in my head I thought great he doesn't want to leave but soon as he came out the door he ran to me and was so excited to see me.. He showed me his crown he made, his picture and that he got a stamp for being good that day.. As we were leaving he said "momma I whinned a little today" I said "why bubz (that is one of his many nick names)" he said "because I missed you momma" not going to lie my heart melted it made me so happy because that morning I thought he could care less about me those few little words made all the tears worth it that day.. He then told me how much fun he had that he played with the teachers and kids, they sang and painted.. He had a lot of fun and that is all that really matters if he decided later on he doesnt like it I won't make him go but he seems to really like it now and even though I hate to admit it those few hours to myself are nice.. The next day he went it wasn't so bad the best part was I didn't cry of course he still didn't tell me bye, but that is ok cause I know he missed me..