Audrey seems to be adjusting more and more to school. I, on the other hand, am a little sick of it already. Yes, I know that sounds horrible, but I’m peeved about a few things.
One, my checkbook seems to be on constant rotation. Field trips, school pics, Scholastic Books, teacher’s wish lists, fundraisers, oh and the pricey tuition that comes with a private school. I’m not complaining about the tuition because I knew what it was when I enrolled Audrey in the school, it just never seems to end and this is only PRESCHOOL!!!!
Two, we received a nice little notice in our mailboxes that there were 16 confirmed cases of head lice within the elementary school (the preschool is located in a K-8 school). Again, this happens everywhere, but I was totally not prepared to be looking through my 3-year old’s hair to look for lice. This is a girl who whimpers and hides under the bed when I tell her it’s time to get her hair brushed. Yes, looking for lice was pleasant. What’s best is that when I told my husband about the situation, he said (in all seriousness) “Yuck. Doesn’t that stay with them forever?” What the heck does he think lice is, and what’s more, are you flippin’ kidding me? Turns out, we’re all lice free so as long as no one else in the class has it, we should be clear for now.
Three, I haven’t seen Audrey’s non-snotty nose since September, 16. I know that’s the date because she started school the week prior to that and it was the last time I saw her not wiping her nose on her shirt or worse, her arm. Again, I know that kids are going to get the sniffles from school; fact of life. HOWEVER, when your child has an autoimmune system disorder like mine does, it just sucks. There’s not much more to it, and I’m not going to keep her in a bubble, it just sucks. Did I mention the last time she had an on-going virus, that’s when her JRA reared its ugly head? Oh, and did I also mention that she hasn’t been sleeping again and she’s complaining that her knee hurts. The left knee is where the arthritis started and of course that’s the one she says is bothering her. You see, it kind of sucks.
I need to look on the bright side of things. She doesn’t cry when I drop her off anymore (knocking on wood). She has learned the days of the week and songs that I don’t know the words to. She enjoys having jobs at home (from helping hands), has taken her first field trip (the one I paid for) and got to see her first live musical and oh how momma loves a musical. She’s making new friends and even has a play date for next week. Most importantly, she’s getting to be a normal preschooler whether her mommy likes it or not. I will never take that away from her, but I’m always going to be ready with a tissue and some hand sanitizer.
