Tomorrow, Zoey moves up to the four-year-old classroom at daycare. I am thinking back to this time last year, when Zoey was moving up to Ms. Berna's Panda Bear class (remember the onset of potty-training?), and shortly after, her transition to Ms. Nicole's Teddy Bear class, where she has happily remained for approximately nine months. And, oh, the preparations we made in anticipation of the transition to these classes. The talking-up-of, the preparing-for, the forced-excitement-look-Zoey-this-is-so-cool-no-really-Zoey-it's-FUN!
Fast forward one year, too much chaos, and more drama than I care to deal with.
I have barely mentioned to Zoey her upgrade to Ms. Mandy's class. I am sure Ms. Mandy has a darling zoo animal that correlates with her name and her wee preschool class, and yet I have no idea what that zoo animal might be. All I know is that we're running out of 'Bear' options, so I'm hoping for something in the tiger or lion family, as the volatile nature of these animals best describes the behavior of most three- and four-year-olds I know. Come to think of it, I don't even know where Ms. Mandy's class is located within the daycare. I DO KNOW WHICH GROWN-UP IS MS. MANDY, FOR THE RECORD. She's the person I leave Zoey with at 6:45 each morning, along with a handful of other early-comers in all shapes and sizes who congregate in the gym until the joint is fully-staffed and kids can be divided up in to their proper classes.
So, you know. At least I could pick her teacher out of a line-up. Right?! That's something. I may not know which mascot to look for on the door, or which hallway to even head down in the first place, but I cling to the complete and utter faith that someone tomorrow will direct my child to the proper classroom and, if all goes really well, her extra clothes and underpants will even make it to her new cubby. In that classroom I have yet to locate.
I am too tired to care that this lack of preparing my child for a new environment goes against every grain of my ultra-organized personality. The determination of 2010 to overhaul every aspect of my life is wearing me down and I JUST GIVE UP. Zoey will make a lovely lion or tiger or cheetah or sloth or elephant or whatever the hell animal group she winds up in tomorrow.
6 comments:
Amy, It's OK and perfectly understandable that you haven't prepped for this....with the s%#t cloud you've contended with some things are bound to fall by the wayside. It'll be an adjustment and Zoey will love being a Polar Bear/Possum/Housecat. :) You know she loves the school and that it's a great place. Be kind to yourself and everything will fall into place.
Hopefully it's the Emus.
Good luck to her (and you) today! And I think it just gets less important as it goes along, with Olivia's first year of preschool it was SUPER important to me she get the BEST teacher and I had her all prepared for school, this coming year I dont even know who Zachary's teacher is all I know is we have less then three months to pottytrain him...
Looking forward to hearing how it all went! We had great fun at Big Lake and Eli talks every day about "Zoey, Amy, ball." He's watched the video footage about a million times. :)
I totally love that motto. I always wished I was one of those fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants people. They seem so free and happy. And sometimes I think we make MORE work for ourselves sometimes. And I also love the new background, very cool theme for your blog! Reminds me I need to update that book site...
Don't you like the double use of the word "sometimes?" Yeah. My A-Game ended about 57 minutes ago.
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