Several of my friends are pregnant, are trying to get pregnant or are in the new baby vortex, so lately there’s been a lot of talk of breastfeeding, body pillows and belly bands.
It’s strange to think of the little one as a baby. It seems both so long ago and just yesterday. We’re out of the new parent trenches – gone are the days of diaper bags, mommy and baby swim class and dragging a stroller up the stairs. Heck, I live on the edge and don’t even carry around extra pants in my purse anymore!
The little one is a real little person and as I listen to my friends talking, I think about how nice it is not to have to worry so much about that little person’s poop.
However, now we’re in the trenches of junior kindergarten and although it’s going great, I’m finding there’s a whole new list of kid stuff taking over my sanity.
Here are 10 thinks I’m learning about in junior kindergarten…
- Paperwork. I’ve filled out/looked at/signed/piled/ignored more paperwork in two months of JK than would fit in the filing cabinet I don’t use. How many “Your child may have been exposed to someone with head lice” notices does a woman need?
- Making lunches. The first week was fun. Now it’s not. I give myself another month before I’m tossing a pickle, graham crackers and an onion into my kid’s lunch box.
- Discipline. The “communication book” tells me my kid ate a crayon and ran around the class laughing with her shirt over her head. I’m not sure what to do with that. I’m somewhat confident she didn’t learn it from me.
- Party panning. Turns out making Rice Krispies squares at 9 p.m. on a Thursday night is not my thing so going forward I’m going to be that mom who always and only signs up to bring the napkins to classroom festivities.
- The library. I know which day is library day and I know we’re supposed to return library books. It’s hard to remember those two things at the same time.
- The school bus. We haven’t missed it. Yet. We will. Also, bus drivers are good people who I wouldn’t trade places with for all the poutine in the world.
- Getting dressed. We haven’t forgotten to wear underwear. Yet. We will. The little one’s preschool uniform made things easy but now I have to convince her that a way too big hockey jersey is a better choice than a way too small Superman pajama shirt covered in crusty applesauce.
- School work. She’s learning her ABC’s and 123′s and can sing a mean O Canada. She has also learned the words to the entire Frozen soundtrack, which is loud, and last week I heard her say the word “Pokémon,” which is terrifying.
- Making new friends. I’m sorry, but it’s hard for me to remember that Olivia J is taller than Olivia P and that Olivia L likes Anna better than Elsa, let alone the names of 20 other kids who at 4 p.m. kind of all look the same.
- Songs and games. The anticipation that comes with a game of Duck Duck Goose is not as exhilarating as it used to be and holly hell there are a lot of made up songs to the tune of Frère Jacques.
But you know what…As crazy and consuming as it all is, I wouldn’t trade it for anything, especially the poop.
P.S. Yup, that photo is me as a proud JKer.