June McGillicuddy (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} junebug_) wrote,@ 2008-08-24 19:22:00 |
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My son started preschool this week. I woke him up early and let him watch cartoons. I made him eggs with ketchup, because that's how he likes them. I let him pick out his own clothes and brush his own hair. I asked him a million times if he was nervous, but he wasn't. Not this time or that time, or the time after that. I, on the other hand, was a complete wreck. I couldn't find my shoe, my blouse had a stain on it, and my hair was a complete catastrophe. I gave up on it after about twenty minutes. I couldn't eat, and I had four cups of coffee before we even left. I found my hidden cigarette stash (the ones I thought I'd thrown out) and had one in the bathroom while he was watching Spongebob.
Then we got in the car and drove to school. Once I dropped him off, and the teacher actually had to ask me to leave, I went to my own classroom a few doors down the hall and cried. He's so grown up. My life is over. I made excuses all morning to walk by his classroom. They finally shut the door and Natalie had to tell me everything was alright. I never thought I'd be one of those dotting mothers who was completely overprotective and would rather put her son in a bubble than let him go out into the real world all by himself. But I am. I fucking am.
He's doing well, though, and I couldn't be more proud. My classes start tomorrow. I'm a little nervous, but I always get that way. You never know exactly how your class is going to act. The few students I met at the open house were nice enough. I'm hoping it'll be smooth sailing, but I know I could never get that lucky.
Last night I stayed up really late and watched the Olympics. I don't really like sports, never have, but I don't particularly watch the Olympics for the sports aspect. More for the comedy aspect. Who knew that race walking was an actual Olympic sport? Mostly, it's just a whole bunch of guys speed walking around a track for three hours. However, most of them are wearing short shorts and belly shirts. It's kind of hilarious. I'm hoping it'll be on again tonight, because I'm going to need something to cheer me up. I'm not looking forward to going back to work. Not looking forward to it at all.