School Days

My sweet little Bugs started 2nd grade last week.  He's gone to a private school up until now but we decided for many reasons this year to send him to public school.  (i.e.  Mama quit her job to poop out another kid and private school is expensive and far away... I'm pretty sure Bugs will thank little bro for that rather than resent him.  I guess we'll see when they are teenagers.)

Anyway, on the first day of class, I drove him to school and dropped him off at the curb.  I asked him if he wanted me to walk with him or just drop him off and he, surprisingly, said he wanted me to walk with him.  Um, oops and fuck all at the same time because I was still in my pajamas with no bra.  There were about 13 million other people there, so I got a little concerned about my milk bags swinging around in my pajama top.  So I asked Bugs if he'd be embarrassed if I walked him since I was in my pajamas, to which he replied, rather flatly, "That's ok.  I can do it myself."  Fail.  Thanks boobs.

After school I picked him up and he told me he couldn't remember his teacher's name and didn't know where to go so he started crying on the playground.  (Insert giant elephant shit sized mom guilt here.)  Luckily a teacher helped him find his way.  He got lost at lunch again because he got in the "hot lunch" line when he had "cold lunch" so he didn't know which table belonged to his class.

All in all, he's happy and healthy and will do fine in school.  However, that doesn't stop me from worrying everyday when I drop him off.  Note to other moms: make sure your kid knows his teachers name, and don't wear your fucking pajamas when you drop them off on the first day.