In 5 months, Jessika will go off to college and Mckenna will start kindergarten. Perhaps I should buy stock in kleenex. The last couple of weeks I have mastered how to cry, actually sob, keeping all the tears in my eyes. I decided yesterday that I would add to my list of places to call, the dreaded elementary school. I can't get time to stop so I might as well just go ahead and register Mckenna for school. Somehow the school that was the last on my list (that I have had for a week) suddenly became the first on my list. I called the school and was happy to hear that we missed Kindergarten roundup, only to save Mckenna, Mike and myself the humiliation of not being able to keep my composure. The nice lady on the phone gave me all the information that I needed to bring to the school to register Mckenna. I think the list of documents has grown since I registered Cody 10 years ago. I asked her if there was going to be another open house. I was so proud of myself up to this point since I was able to keep my composure. This nice lady quickly informed me that on the day before school starts there will be a meet and greet where she can meet her teacher, get her seat assignment and see where she will store her supplies. She continued to talk but I have NO idea what she said. I cried so hard I couldn't even talk. It was all I could do to be able to get out "thanks". Luckily I didn't give her any information so that she would be able to identify me. I asked my dear friend Amy to pick up the packet for me so I wouldn't have to step foot in the school. I know if I would have gone into the school it would have been a dead giveaway that I was the pathetic mother on the phone. However she may get a clue when she sees my truck sitting outside of the school all day waiting for the school day to end.
The other pathetic part of this is just as I started sobbing, Jessika walked into the kitchen to witness my patheticness. (yes I just made up a new word) As I hung up the phone she asked me who I was talking to. I told her, she offered me some comforting words, "mom you should be crying because I am leaving, at least you have Mckenna around the house for another 12 years!" Thanks Jessika!
Having another baby is not an option because they just grow up and leave, besides the fact we already have 7, so I am thinking I need to find a hobby quickly!
