I thought I had prepared well.
We were afternoon kindergarten last year.
So knowing school starts before 8am...is daunting.
We had a back-to-school night meal. Simple, fresh and filling.
Last night I packed a water, half turkey sandwich with Havarti, string cheese, dried mangoes and some natural Cheetos into my 5YO, Avant Garde Gal's lunch box. I planned to cut up an apple for her in the morning.
We picked out her first day of school outfit. Read stories, had a family prayer...We had her back pack filled with her supplies - the house was organized for the big day. She had a father's blessing to start off the school year. We bathed, and got to bed early. We were set.
Then, the iPhone alarm I set for 6:30am did not wake me up. I woke with a start at 7:15am. We needed to leave at 7:35-7:40am to be on-time.
I rushed to get the girls up, while my husband snoozed.
I ran downstairs to prepare a quick breakfast and slice up the apple - as the pancake and eggs had to be shelved for another day.
I reached into the fridge to pull out my daughter's lunch box to find...
IT WAS NOT THERE.
I turned to the kitchen island to discover that my husband had left it out all night. He had removed it to get milk after we were all in bed, and as is typical fashion, simply forgot and left something that could spoil out of the fridge. At least it wasn't the milk, or juice, or sandwich meat this time.
So - I had to rush to remake a turkey/Havarti sandwich, throw out the cheese as well and then make sure my sweet AGG had a few bites of cereal, bagel and apples as we ran out the door.
Thankfully we all made it in time.
Turns out we were also lucky to have the two teachers who allowed the parents to enter the classroom with our kids. Already - I am thrilled. Looks like we'll be blessed a second time with fabulous teachers. In fact, Mrs. D called AGG yesterday afternoon to welcome her to class. Hello extra mile... I am so grateful for mother-heart teachers who pay attention to the small things that make a lasting difference.
AGG did remarkably well. Brilliantly. When we got home I could tell she was exhausted... in the "about to have a breakdown" stage. So we got home, sat on the couch and I rubbed her legs (she gets growing pains now and again). She also ate her entire lunch...except for a few Cheetos and dried mangoes. I was so impressed, that's more than the entire year of lunches I sent last year for her. We chatted...and for the next hour she calmed down and I got to hear all about her first day. I hope this comfortable pace is here to stay.
Day 1 done.
How many more left?