Unfortunately, orientation occurred during our third day of pouring rain. Emily's orientation was scheduled for 9:15 while Anna and Allie had theirs an hour later. The plan was for me to bring Emily in the Volvo. Rich, Grammy, Allie and Anna would meet us at the school at 10:15. After orientation, Rich would move Em's car seat from the Volvo to the van so that Grammy could bring the girls home while Rich and I drove to work.
Because I needed to get myself ready for work in addition to assisting with the girls (and dealing with clothing drama), there was no opportunity for photos. The rain was obviously a bit of an issue as well.
I was in a bit of a mood myself and blurted out, "Why can't we be like every other family and have a back to school photo?" There was such an accumulation of emotion in that statement. The girls are almost four and a half years old and I feel like it is a mad scramble each and every time we leave the house. Even with my low maintenance nature, there is never time for make-up and my hair is never how I would like it to be. It lives in a pony tail now because that is easy.
I find myself feeling snarky towards the mommy bloggers who have a million pictures of themselves in full make-up and wedge heels and perfect hair and kids who wear whatever is pulled out of the closet for them without pitching a fit and wasting ten precious minutes. Maybe I'm jealous of their time. Maybe I don't understand a life like that.
Our family will only experience one first day of four year old preschool. That was it. Abbey would have been starting kindergarten this year with my friend's daughter. That thought has not slipped my mind during the chaos.
I wanted to drop the girls off at school their very first day but I couldn't because I needed to be to work on time. Although I have flexibility and understanding, I do not want to abuse it. Rich and I needed to drop the girls off at school on Monday, their second day. The girls were very excited that Mommy and Daddy would be bringing them to school and I had planned to bring my camera. I told Rich that I would jump out of the van and take some pictures of them walking into the school and then met him up the street, past the car line.
Monday morning rolled around and Emily wasn't feeling well. She said that her tummy hurt and her head felt fuzzy. She tried to eat breakfast twice but retreated to the couch both times. Her eyes looked a bit glassy. I ended up staying home with her until my sister-in-law arrived to take over because I needed to go to work. Of course.
I realize now that we are not like every other family. I know that there are others out there like us. (The world would be a pretty boring place if we were all the same.)
Girls, if you are reading this, you will see that Mommy tried to take photos of you on your first (and second) day of school. Mommy wanted to document this momentous event in your lives. I love how you replay all the details of your school day for me and Daddy and Grammy. Before the school year is over, I will have pictures of you with your oversized backpacks walking into school.
Post first day of school photos.
(Whenever you see a picture of Emily with her mouth open like that, it means that she has transformed into Baby.)