We have crossed another milestone.
Getting to school on time. Not the specialty of the Brogdon Peels. But, for pre school, heck, who cares? Well now it’s the big time, the start of elementary school. Public school. They need their funding, you can’t be late.
I took Vivien out the day before school started for what my use to call “Day Outs”. It was a day we got with out mom alone and she bought us new school clothes and we could pick where we wanted lunch. I keenly remember the excitement and pleasure I had in saying “HoJo’s!” as my lunch pick. I took Vivien a tad more up market, Bouchon. Pomme Frites and croque madam. We got some practical clothes. Mostly Gap kids. I tried to be original, but they have good stuff and a good price. It was a fun day and nice to look forward as opposed to the mourning I’ve been in.
The night before school I laid her clothes, enforced a strict bed time…for everyone. It was Chef Peel’s night off, but most nights this will be tough for the late worker. I had announced we had to be out the door by 8:05am. We were driving away at 8:10. Not bad.
There was a crowd at school as all the parents, grandparents, siblings were there. We found her teacher outside and lined up with the rest of the crowd. Vivien put her hands over her ears. She had been excited, but clearly this was not fun for her. Mark got down to her level.
“Vivien does this all seem confusing?”
“Noisy, too?” He explained to her that other morning it would be less chaotic. He told her she was brave and hugged her.
We got to walk with the kids to class and stood as they took their place on the rug I had cleaned the week before. I restrained myself from bragging to the other parents, “hey, you could eat of that baby! Where were you, huh?” After one story we were kicked out.
Vivien was brave. “bye mommy, bye daddy” she said barely looking at us as we shuffled out of the room with the other ejected parents and Rex.
I didn’t cry. I did fret all day. Should I have held her back? Was she ready? Is this the right school for her? Why was “nurse jackie” in the comedy category at the Emmy’s, when it’s more of a drama. Well, the mind wanders.
Mark and I were there to pick her up ten minutes early. Had she done okay? Had they feed her? It was suppose to be beef tacos. Did she like it? Would she be turned off to education for the rest of her life and become a fat sloth who slept on my couch as an adult and stole change from my purse to get cigarettes?
“How was your day Vivien?”
Maybe I could keep my change.