So we made it through the first day of school! I actually got up right on time! Everyone was dressed- ready without a hiccup. I took 15 pictures. I managed to squeeze in a moment of “omg, this is the last time I will ever get to have all my kids on the first day of school” and I took some more pictures. Amazingly I successfully delivered 7 children to their classrooms on time! Most of them didn’t need Mommy to walk them in. But at the elementary, I walked the little ones to their classrooms and I almost cried when KK entered PreK. Last year she threw fits for weeks because she wanted to go to PreK. I thought she’d love it, but no, she was mad that she couldn’t go to kindergarten! Apparently she wants to be where her brothers are. Luckily the pink Play-doh at her seat took her mind off of kindergarten and off I drove back to the house, completely in awe of myself for a moment. It’s rare to have a morning run that smoothly! You’re wondering why I had to deliver 7 children to school, I can see the look of puzzlement on your face. What happened to Blondie and her cute little Mustang? Why didn’t she head to school in the Black Bullet?
Good questions loyal blog follower! And the answer is: Miss Blondie got herself grounded for the start of her Senior year! It was bound to happen, I mean so far she has been a model teenager. She makes the best grades she can make, she helps out with her umpteen siblings, she feeds and waters zoo creatures and she doesn’t smoke crack behind the building after school, so we were pretty sure eventually she’d make some kind of mistake, but I sure didn’t expect her to miss curfew by 8 hours and end up with no car to drive!
I think it’s more punishment for me than it is for her. I get to add extra pick-ups and drop-offs to my routine. I get to deal with her pouty faces and sulky attitude. The funny thing is, I believe her that she fell asleep, and she isn’t arguing that she absolutely deserves to be grounded, but I guess she figures as long as she’s already grounded, she might as well show all the grumpiness she can towards the rest of us- the whole misery loves company kind of thing. She has also informed me that a midnight curfew is ridiculous for a 17 year-old. I wonder if she would kill me if I posted a poll on Facebook and asked all the parents of all her friends what curfews they have in place? According to her I’m the Lone Ranger on this midnight business. Am I??
And that has me thinking, exactly when do I stop making the rules? Does 18 make her magically grown-up? How the heck do parents find balance in this last year when they are fighting for independence so hard? I want her to slow down, to enjoy these last few months. I mean I am not going to spoil her forever. She should take full advantage now, while I still look at her and see that cute little piggy that went to the fair. UGH. Why won’t she listen to me????????
Sometimes this kid drives me crazy. I think it’s because she’s the trial and error kid. She’s the first one, so everything we do we learn from raising her. I can tell you there are a lot of things I have learned to stop fretting over in the past 17 years. I no longer have a melt down if someone mixes up the Barbies with Lego’s, and I can cope when a crayon meets the wall. (Thank you Mr. Clean Magic Eraser.) But I also know I wanna do everything I can to keep the rest of them from growing up so fast. The next 5 ARE boys, so I don’t have to worry about the boys tapping on windows again for a while, but I can promise you this, when Princess KK gets to junior high, BOYS are OFF LIMITS! Until she’s about 32… I’m thinking that will be the age I let her start dating.
Maybe somewhere between now and then I will get this curfew thing all figured out….