We sent the boys off to their first day of Kindergarten yesterday. It was quite chaotic at the school with all the parents saying their good byes to their kids and with some kids in tears. My kids seemed fine and glad to be there. Though, I still felt like the school was stealing my kids with the all day school thing. What ever happened to half days for kindergartners?
My thoughts of being worried that I would miss the boys during the day have since subsided. They have been absolute, let's say it nicely, "horrible, no good, very bad," boys. Maybe I should send them to Australia with Alexander. I don't like to be one of those yelling moms, but my throat hurts for some reason. I decided to take them to a splash park to get some wiggles out and I think it helped, at least with my sanity. I told Chris before he went to school, not to be surprised if he were to find the boys tied up when he got home tonight. This is the kind of day that chocolate becomes your only ally. Sometimes I am so grateful for the television. "Yes, Mr. TV, would you be so kind as to watch my children for me for an hour or so? Thank you."
I don't mean to be a complainer, so I had better stop writing before I say something I might regret or that might incriminate me. It's a good thing God sends such cute kids to us. After a long hard day, seeing them sound asleep in their beds, somehow makes it all better. Why do they look so innocent when they sleep? Even when you know they were the ones who used your lipstick as war paint and a tool for writing on the basement walls. At least it was a color I didn't really like anymore.
How Reed Labors on Labor day, "pull me please."