I have been dreading this day for too long. First of all, I miss my Fluffy. I wiped half my mascara off in the car at the bus stop. I already made her her favorite pumpkin cookies for a snack when she gets home. I’m watching the clock like a woman possessed.
Second, I’m worried because I can’t be there to
beat up anyone who dares to look askance at her guide her in forming friendships. While Fluffs and I were watching Monsters University (Pixar version of Revenge of the Nerds) on the tickets she won at bring your child to work day, I started to get nervous about people being mean to my kid or her not being as popular as she wants to be. Kent and I had to put a moritorium on asking her whether she was nervous about Kindergarten because she clearly wasn’t and we clearly were. Of course, I approached this issue as I would any other, i.e. by doing a bunch of online research. Let’s Google “how to help kids socialize in Kindergarten”. Disappointing guru gibberish. Why is it so darned hard to locate a controlled study with findings of how to make your kid popular?
Things that went well:
1. I got us all up, bathed, fed, dressed and to the bus stop in time. Major victory. Maj.
2. Fluffy was able to replace that lame-o Pottery Barn Kids backpack that I picked out for her with something far more princessy which she got from our friends as a birthday gift.
3. Fluffy and I found this first day of school dress which in the Fluffinator’s opinion is as close to a princess dress as you can wear to school without it being a costume.
4. I think I actually got all her bits and do-dads and lunch money all on board!
5. We went outside to find that the squash blossoms on the pumpkins chose this very morning to open up in all their yellow, fall-time glory. They looked surprisingly great with Fluffy’s dress. This augers well!
Things that didn’t go so well:
1. When I went in to wake the boys, Peppers was swimming in a cribful of diarrhea.
2. After downing his breakfast, Peppers chucked it back up all over the kitchen floor. Fortunately, Fluffy and the dress were in the other room and out of the splash zone. Others of us did not fare so well. After de-pooping and de-vomiting Peppers to get him ready to head to the bus stop, I had to rinse and repeat. Aaaaand rinse and repeat again. Somehow he made it through the bus stop and waited until he was back on the newly mopped kitchen floor to throw up all over it again. Since my car is virtually as clean as the last day I last cleaned it thanks to the no food rule, I was really thrilled that he didn’t let it rip in the car or on the carpets. As thrilled as one can be when one is mopping up vomit anyway.
3. My usually gregarious, Hi-my-name’s-Fluffy-what’s-your-name little socialite got a major case of cold feet at the bus stop and tried to go sit behind a tree and pout instead of mixing with the kids. What the? So much for all that role playing and those confidence building exercises. At least she hugged me before she left.
Thing that I don’t know how to feel about:
1. Around noon I got the call saying our application to transfer Elementary schools has been approved. On the one hand, yay! Fluffy can start at the school she will be attending next year when our house is built! On the other hand, oops. She just started today at this other school. And I’ve already volunteered to bring class snack tomorrow. And I guess this means I’ve joined the wrong PTA and put lunch money on the wrong account. Oh, and I guess this means I’ve signed up to edit the yearbook for the wrong PTA. Fortunately, we went to summer playdates for both schools, and just as fortunately, I bought school supplies super early when we were optimistic about getting the transfer, so I have all the right brand of crayons for the school we will now be attending rather than the one Fluffy is sitting in right now.
It kind of blows because our next door neighbor is a little girl who is not only in Fluff’s class in the school we’re leaving, but was actually randomly assigned as her tablemate. And another girl on the cul de sac is in their classroom, too. Maybe we should just let her stay here one year instead of switching schools? Kent reminds me that she’s switching schools either way, and that staying at this school would only postpone the inevitable move to a new school. Better to do it now when they are one day in than after a full year of forming friendships.
Part of me wants to say, “Just Kidding” and keep her at this school for a year. Friends of the same mind have all said, “Kindergarteners friendships are so fluid anyway. She can easily make new friends next year.” Slightly more friends have been of the opposite mind saying, “Move her now. I moved around a lot as a kid, and it was horrible.” or “I’m still friends with a girl I met in Kindergarten. We talk on the phone every week.”
What do you think? If she were your daughter, would you move her to the school she’ll be attending in her permanent house next year and after, or would you make the switch after she had spent a year in your rental elementary? As you can see by my phrasing, the decision is pretty much made.