Rollie started Kindergarten yesterday. I took him to school, deciding to forego the bus on the first day, so as to avoid any mishaps. Ha! Joke was on me. I parked on a side road near the school. (First day of school is complete and total mayhem!) We walked through the wooded path on the backside of the school, and just as we were coming out of the trees, it happened.
Rollie got stung by a mother-frackin’ bee two minutes before school started on the first day of Kindergarten. So, there i was, wiping his tears, and carrying all his stuff (backpack, lunchbox, plastic Kroger bag of school supplies), and trying to find out where the nurse’s office is, then finding out that the nurse was on vacation. I finally gave up and went to the cafeteria and got him a plastic glove of ice from the lunch ladies. So, yes, while everyone else was quiet, hand over heart, saying the Pledge, and having a moment of silence, that was me leading the sniffling bee sting victim through the halls and into the cafeteria. Bee sting trumps Pledge of Allegiance, people.
We were late to the classroom of course, but I got him settled in, made sure that the teacher knew he had been stung, and dodged insinuations that I should be room mother again. I kissed him goodbye and headed out for my coffee in front of the school.
Turns out he did fine all day and had a good time. Me? I think I might make it, too.