Why are you being so difficult all of a sudden? Is it because your preschool is over and you’ve been home with me for four whole days and are already so bored, that driving Mommy insane is your new hobby? Is it because your schedule is off? You’ve been testing the limits now that we are all home together for the Summer and I wish you could just understand that the rules are all exactly the same. You still aren’t allowed to put your brother in a headlock or eat m&ms for breakfast. You still can’t call Mommy a liar after I say I saw you hit your brother and put you in time out. Everything is exactly the same, with the exception that Mommy’s patience has worn thin by 1pm instead of 5pm, since there’s no preschool.
The plan for the Summer is to run you and brother ragged so that you fall into bed each night. Park in the morning and swimming in the afternoons. Museums, play dates and long walks. Doesn’t matter to me what we do as long as you get in enough action during the day. I figure it’s good prep for school in the fall. The house stays cleaner if y’all aren’t around to drag your collection of 700 toys around the house following me from room to room with them. If you are bored you aren’t hitting each other. If you are exhausted, you sleep later. Better for me. Better for you. I need to get on the plan. Because not being on the plan is torture for everyone.
Our kitty went missing a month or so ago. We put up signs. We looked for him by foot, by car and at the pound. We never found him. I tried to tell you that maybe his collar came off and someone picked him up and gave him another home. But then you pointed out that if that was true, as soon as he escaped he would come home. I didn’t know what to say. Because you were right. And because I didn’t want to tell you that if he wasn’t coming home, it’s because he couldn’t make it home. When I went to take the signs down in the neighborhood I got back in the car and you said, “DO NOT TALK ABOUT IT. I DO NOT WANT TO TALK ABOUT PIPPIN.” So we didn’t. And I could see on your face that you were about to cry. It just about broke my heart. Somehow you aren’t into the new fish that we got for you. Pippin always loved you best.
You graduated from PreSchool last week. I've always thought that PreSchool Graduation was a bit hokey. But I couldn't have been more proud of you walking down the aisle. They announced the names of all of the children and where they would be going to school. then they announced what that child said they wanted to be when they grew up. All of the other kids wanted to be princesses and jedi when they grew up. But you wanted to be a construction worker. You told us later that was because you wanted to be able to build a house for me and a truck for Daddy. We'll be happy with whatever you decide. Just remember that we'd like our house to have heated tile floors in the bathroom.
I love you,
Mama
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