Back to school!

The first week of school is officially over.

It started out great, but alas, the good feelings and thrilled to be back enthusiasm ended this morning for my eldest Princess. The husband and I enjoyed three mornings of her cheerfully skipping into school with a smile on her face before this mornings horrific tear-fest on the carride to school.

Our son, who started all-day kindergarten couldn't be more excited to get to school everyday and thinks his day is too short. Quite the opposite of his big sister.

Why, oh why, can't she share her brother's enthusiasm about school?

This is now the third year we've had to try to calm her down in the car, coax her out of the car, dry her tears, pry her fingers from our arms and gently push her into school each and EVERY morning. Many mornings, it took every ounce of Mommy mettle to hold back my own tears till her back was turned and she was walking up the steps and into school. Only then did I let my emotions get the better of me. I felt like I was sending her off to be tortured some mornings.

I had a feeling, last night, that something was amiss when at dinner she complained that at the birthday party in school that day, instead of getting the fairy goodie bag like all the other girls got, she instead was given one of the boys pirate goodie bags. I hope the cruel little witch that did that to my sweet baby choked on her birthday cake that night!

The prospect of having to deal with the crying and begging not go to school each morning is most unattractive as it sets the tone for my day as well. Feeling like the monster that sends her baby off for abuse at the hands of the Department of Education (and its charges) does not make for a happy worker bee.