First Day of 4K

Yesterday was Porter's first day of 4K. 4K. It's preschool with a fancy name. Next year he will go to 5K. Does that make any sense?

So, this year is half days. Next year full days. I guess they've basically split up kindergarten into two years so that by the time they get into first grade they can read and write and do quantum physics. 

I'm crying. Tears. Big crocodile tears.I don't want him to go...Not at all...


Dear Porter, 


Please don't grow up.

Thanks, 

Love Mommy

When he woke up he didn't want to go. He cried for most of the morning. But I talked him into at least just going to check it out and he was okay with that. By the time we got there he was great. He played with his brothers in the room and the other kids started coming in and he came up to me and said, "Bye Mommy. See ya later." Then he said, "See ya, Ma. Nice knowing you. Thanks for nothin'. I'm going to class now and graduating from college and getting married and having a baby. I'll call you when the kid is born." 


Needless to say, I was sad. So I went home and made cupcakes for his class for his birthday (which is on Saturday!) and licked the spoon. Once. Okay twice. And the bowl. And I ate some frosting. But just a gigantic spoonful. I'm an emotional eater. And now I'm fat. Great. 

Jack starts 3K on the 13th. Lord help me. Give me the strength to make it through this. No, I'm not kidding. Gus doesn't even want me any more. He walks around and doesn't even pay attention to me. He's moving. And I'm not needed. Boo-hoo. I need another baby.


Enough self-wallowing. HOLY CRAP they are big. 

Oh, right, the boys are on a Halloween kick. They wore last year's Halloween costumes all.day.long. It was 80 here. With 80 bazillion percent humidity. They were soaking wet. From sweat. Stinky boy sweat. 

Maybe it's okay that they are going to school....