We had preschool orientation today and we managed to get there on time, clean and with trimmed nails. A feat! On the drive to school son asked, "Mommy, can you put some rock music on?". I gladly obliged with Kiss Me On The Bus by the Replacements (I burned out on The Wiggles in 2003) and he scrunched up his face and air guitar-ed all the way there. So damn cute.
Daughter however, interpreted the lyrics as "Kiss me on the BUUUTT!", emphasis on the "BUUUTT" and sang it loudly as we walked into school. She also insisted on bringing a backpack just like big brother. So she dragged a Hello Kitty backpack on wheels that was as big as she was into the room while telling everyone to smooch her heini.
Because it was only orientation daughter got to stay in class with her big brother. She played with the big kids while the I listened to the teacher read from the handbook. In a nutshell we were told to, "Drop a Benjamin at Target buying Kleenex brand tissue, Dial brand soap...etc". Apparently, a mom complained that her child's hands were getting too chafed from the generic stuff so the teacher decided we would just get name brand everything this year. But God Bless that teacher's hardworking heart. I'll buy the extra special 5 oz. Dixie Cups with Sponge Bob on them if that gets her through a morning with 20 4 year olds.
It was fun to see the preschool moms again. Some were dressed up in cute little skirts with fresh pedicures. I was pretty psyched to be showered and deodorized, even it was my husband's Mennen deodorant with a squirt of perfume on top to mask the bracing scent.
But I'm vowing to try and extend myself a little bit more this year. There are one or two moms that I would like to get to know more. One especially, has a 2 year old boy. She's very pretty but has these big tired looking eyes. I just want to say, "I know man, I know." to her.
There was a mom that held up the teacher for 15 minutes today. She was discussing whether or not her child's favorite bag, a beach bag, would work in lieu of a backpack. She was concerned that the top of the papers would scrunch and yet she didn't want to traumatize her child. It's moments like this that I just want to whip out a little paper cup of meds and instruct her to swallow and move it along. I strongly suspect this is the mom that insisted her child gets a rash if they use store brand soap. She also said that her child was "kinda, sorta" allergic to strawberries. Which, in a totally evil way, makes me want to bring berries for my assigned snack time. Or at least write BERRIES in a big black sharpie on the snack sign up sheet. But I suspect that type of behavior might get in the way of my vow to make some mom friends so I'll be good.