That Tiller will be at her preschool. I can’t believe that she has been at St. Bede’s for three years now. She will go every day of the week, which is good for me, because The Shadow was really starting to drive me a little nuts. She followed me everywhere.
But then again, we were together all the time. It will take some time getting used to not having her here every morning. And I will still have her here three days a week for lunch. The other two, she will do Lunch Bunch at school, until one. Which means I get two lunches by myself every week. Not bad.
I realized on Tuesday morning, as I got Tiller ready to go to her first day at the new school, that we almost forgot to take any pictures. I really wanted to never forget to take pictures of her, what with her being the second child and all. So, we rushed around, and took a picture and a snippet of video, and then the memory card was full, even though there was seemingly nothing on it, and then Todd spent a half hour figuring out the problem, and Gee, isn’t it great that technology makes our life so much easier.
Anyway, here is the video and a pic of the Tills. Notice that she is holding her new tote bag. Her school doesn’t allow backpacks. At first, I was about to get all riled up, like they were worried that her bag might contain a handgun, and the tote would make it easier for Security to check her bag while they were frisking her for bodily weapons, but alas, it seems that it just makes it easier to slip her artwork in and out. Which i get. So, instead of buying their stupid ten dollar churchy bag (you want my kid to advertise for your church, you better give her an endorsement deal), I bought her the cute Target one with the record player on it. Take that, bitches!
So, I am almost 36 and I still feel like I am 26, maybe even 16 on a good day. I still think of myself and my friends, even the ones pushing 40, as “us kids” and the parents, teachers, etc. as “them.” “The old people.” “The man.” Whatever.
When my friend Tara was made “Room Mother” for her son’s class, I laughed. It was an evil laugh.
So, it is with much dismay that I find myself in the position of a pending nomination to a position on the board of the PTFuckingA at my son’s preschool.
I am not kidding people. Anyone who knows me can vouch for this: This is the sign of the Apocalypse.
