This is it.
This is my last day with Fiver before he heads off to all-day kindergarten. It would be fair to say that I have mixed emotions.
We went to orientation this morning, even though, as he put it, "I don't need this stuff." He is going to the same school as Francie and we have been in and out of that building a thousand and one times. Still, I wanted him to know that his first day is special and not just a blur on my radar.
As I overheard all the other mothers talk about how great it will be to have school in session and how much more time they will have and how much more smoothly their days will go, I couldn't help but feel a little clawing, gnawing feeling inside.
I would be lying if I told you that there were not definite times this summer where I was ready to find the children a year-round boarding school, but as school looms before me I feel like I am stealing moments from the clock.
Since he is a year behind, Fiver has been home with me the longest. He is my buddy in every sense of the word. Francie has always been independent, and in some ways it was easier to let her go. (Don't kid yourself, I still sat in the car and bawled my eyes out on her first day.)
But Fiver? Fiver The Appendage? I'm just hoping to make it to the car before The Ugly Cry.
His school is great, his teachers are fantastic, he will be well cared for, he is over-the-moon excited, but he is not going to be here.
Oh, and tomorrow is his 6th birthday. It's times like this that show me the many merits of homeschooling.
Good thing Rob and I are going out to breakfast after drop-off tomorrow. Maybe I'll be able to hold it together in public.
But I wouldn't bet on it.
PS: I'll pick a winner later tonight for my bloggiversary giveaway. Fiver wants me to make something out of the book for his birthday, so I'll try to post a picture if I don't embarrass myself too badly. That's a big if.