Stella’s SECOND first day of school was today. After a false start on Monday and puking at drop-off on Wednesday, Friday was going to be the day it worked. It had to be the day it worked. AND THANK YOU LORD IT WORKED. To get her excited about going (back) to school after the puking incident, I bribed her with a shopping trip for school clothes. I told her she could get alllllll the hideously ugly princess outfits, shoes, and accessories she could find. Let me tell you what though… do not make that promise to a girl if you’re bluffing. They will take you up on it. Stella picked every piece of Frozen gear, princess shoes, Hello Kitty sweatshirts, and Little Mermaid t-shirts ever made.
But because she’s my child, my plan worked and she was actually excited about going (back) to her first day of school. 3 outfit changes and 2 packed back-up dresses later, and we were out the door. As soon as we walked on the playground she took off running with the girls in her class without an issue. No puking, no crying, no scene. When I picked her up, she was all smiles and even admitted (what?!) that she had FUN! Shocking. So glad I didn’t sleep for the last 72 hours thinking my child was permanently and irreparably damaged. Resilience is a virtue and I’m glad kids seem to have it. But I guess we have wine, so it evens out.
On Monday Stella started school at a place I personally loved, and she personally did not. I’ll tell you what I was in agreement about – the commute. It was 35 minutes each way, plus the time walking her in and out, to hit a grand total of 2 and a half hours each day. So…..no thanks.
On Tuesday we took her on a tour of a couple schools so she could pick her favorite. That actually worked really well and I was patting myself on the back for being such a progressive cool mom who lets their kids choose their fate like an action / adventure book. Well no good deed goes unpunished. Remember that.
On Wednesday (today), I wake up excited about Stella being excited to go to the school of her choosing. But shockingly (not shockingly) she was no longer excited and refused to get out of bed (it’s like she didn’t even REMEMBER how cool and progressive I was being). Naturally I forced her into clothes, forced fed her breakfast, and carted her off to the school SHE CHOSE. But 5 minutes after we got there, she started shaking and threw up everywhere. Twice. I am hoping with everything in me that it was not nerves, but just a tiny bug that passed through her system. And that somehow she will forget this ever happened and not end up scarred for life in a therapists office talking about the time her mom FORCED her to eat a big breakfast before going to school and puking in front of the entire student body.