Monday, July 28, 2008

Slim markers make me cry

WCK starts preschool three weeks from tomorrow. PRESCHOOL.

I thought that I was ready for this. In fact, I was kind of looking forward to it. She'll be in school just two mornings a week, from 8 a.m. to 11 a.m. That is a lot of free time for me. I kept thinking of all of the things I could do. I could go to the grocery store without pushing an enormous cart shaped like a school bus. I could vacuum the house or iron a shirt without anyone screaming in terror. I could take an exercise class or clean out all of the closets in the house AND clean the freezer. Knowing me, though, I'll probably fritter away all of my time checking my e-mail or Googling useless information. Still. It was looking pretty exciting.

Then over the weekend, we got a big envelope of information from the preschool. All of a sudden it dawned on me: MY CHILD IS REALLY OLD. MY CHILD IS GOING TO SCHOOL. MY CHILD IS GOING OUT INTO THE WORLD, AND I WILL NOT BE WITH HER. I started reading the supply list out loud to Jay and WCK, and I got all choked up. One of the items is "slim markers." SLIM MARKERS! Somebody thinks my child is old enough to be using slim markers, and not just the big chunky kind. It took an entire day before I could even walk past the supply list without getting misty-eyed.

I'd better toughen up, because eventually we are going to have to go shopping for these supplies. I don't want to be sobbing at Target when I place the slim markers in the cart. Cleanup on Aisle 5!


Karen's sister said...

A supply list for preschool? I'm baffled. What else is on the list?

Motherhood for Dummies said...

They really do grow up fast. Our daughter is turning one in a coupld months and it just hit be, once she turns one, then only 2 years till preschool... I mean.. still 2 years away, but still... so close. They really grow up don't they?

John Wagner said...

Just the other day I mentioned to my youngest, "My, you sure are getting to be a big girl, now." Um, I guess you can't say that to a 35 year old; seems to mean something different.

Seems like yesterday she came home from her first day riding the little bus to preschool. She announced that she was going to marry 'Jimmy'. I asked her how she knew that. She said because they loved each other. I asked her how she knew they loved each other. She said, "because we were playing kissy face on the bus." You've seen my picture, that's when I went bald!

Savor the moments.

Jen said...

OK, been out of behind on reading your blog. School supply lists, growing up, don't even get me started...seriously I am staring at the 1st grade list right now and trying to deal with the fact that Garrett now has ALL DAY school.

Lizard Eater said...

Okay, so I have to confess this ... I was getting The Boy ready for kindergarten (he didn't go to preschool) and a few days before school started, I realized -- He's never used scissors! Ack! I ran to the store, got some safety scissors, then sat him down at the kitchen table with a big stack of newspapers, instructing him to cut out over picture he saw.

Ah, the difference between kid 1 and kid 4 ... Little Warrior has been using scissors since she was about 14 months old.