Georgia started kindergarten this morning. I was going to write a post about how sad I am (I am), and how much I am going to miss her (I do) and how worried I am about my sweet little angel (Bwahahaha).
I was going to write a post and show you her first day of school photos (I took several). I wanted to show you how damn cute she looked (she wore skinny jeans from h&m!).
I was going to tell you how I heart-sick I felt leaving her there (I was). About how worried I am that my baby isn’t going to be just mine anymore, that she was going to be molded by her school mates and her teacher …
And then I remembered, we’re talkin’ about Georgia here! HA!
Last Saturday morning she packed her suitcase and dressed (partially) and decided she was going to her sister’s. Have fun I thought, but it was only about 9 a.m.’ish and I knew her sister wasn’t picking her up until about 6 p.m.
I glanced at her as she opened the front door.
Me: Hey you can’t wear that! You need pants.
She argued as she wrangled a large suitcase through the front door.
Me: That is not a dress … wait come back … you look like a hook …
Me: Wait come back …
Me: No really come back!
Me: Seriously Dude, you can’t wear that. I can see your panties!
Me: Yah, I know they just like bathing suit bottoms, but that’s not a dress and that isn’t your bathing suit.
Me: You really need to brush your hair. Are you dancing?
Me: No, I can’t hear the music. Are you listening to me?
Me: You’re not coming in are you?
Me: Are you?
Me: You look great in that DRESS and you rock those boots! Enjoy your weekend …
So yeah, now I’m kind of thinking –> Hey teacher! Good freakin’ luck lady! You’re gonna need it!