On Thursday we went to meet the teacher at our sweet little preschool. This is the only year that all three of my kiddos will get to be there together. They are THRILLED. And even more thrilled that some of their favorite mommy's work/turned soccer team/turned preschool friends are going to be there, too. Aren't they a fun bunch?
I think "Meet the Teacher Night" should actually be called "meet-my-children-and-for-a-few-minutes-think- they-are-perfect-before-you-start-a-whole-school-year-with-them-and-find-out-otherwise night". At least that is the pressure I put on myself. For one night, I'd love to dress my cherubs sweetly, have them be on their best behavior, and then have dreams that the teacher went home and told her husband "I'm SO excited to have KJ, Cbug or Lou in my class this year. They seem just perfect". Basically I'd love for my children to not act like children at all, and I've convinced myself that the teacher hasn't already seen 10 other equally "pinched and prodded into being perfect" children that night. Silly Mommy.
That said, it should be no surprise at all that on our way out the door to meet the teacher last Thursday, I was sincerely praying that the sweet ladies who were committed to investing in my children this year would MEET these angels
and maybe not so much MEET these crazies
Because, I mean, who wouldn't want to have "Mr Too-Cool-for-Everything", "Mr Crazy Face" (who sometimes forgets his...um...manners) and "Miss I'm-a-Princess-and-I'll-scowl-if-I-want-to" for A WHOLE YEAR?
This is going to be a GREAT (but shockingly...not perfect) year!