If there is one thing I realized after this first morning of school it Is that there is no way in hell I am going back to working outside the house unless a) Ryan's work schedule changes and he is home in the morning to help with the morning hustle or b) we have enough mOney to hire a nanny to help get the kids ready for school, preschool and daycare. No effing way.
First off Porter woke up early and Ry let him watch White Collar while I slept. (yes, we are either training up our firstborn to be a future FBI agent or white collar criminal. Haha!).
Then my alarm went off to the tune of a harp. A harp. Who the hell wakes up to the sound of a harp? Not me. So yes of course I woke up a little later than I planned.
Then Amelia needed to eat while the boys did as well. Ever try to feed a baby and make toast? Ugh.
Last night I washed p's new shirts and put them in the dryer. For some reason they didn't dry all the way. Then I realized he really doesn't have any decent shorts. Jeans and a damp wrinkly shirt it is. Hey, it's at least new and "special" right? His shirt was PO big. Looked frumpy. I was being anal and made a fuss over it. I could kick myself of I made him feel insecure about it. :-(.
And as we went out to take pics and wait for the bus Amelia barfed all over me. Classic.
However, my boy was so brave. He was calm and collected even though his mama was a hot mess (literally... The humidity is ridiculous today!!). He assured his little brother he would play with him when he got home and told him to be good for mom. Hudson told porter to have a good day at school and to make good choices. Oh these kind of moments ache my mama heart.
My grandma as sable to come sit with H and A while I ran to the school to take a few pics of P in class. He is so confident and sure of himself at school. I am so proud of him.