You think by making it through the day without a call saying the kids are hysterical that the first day in the Tiny Two’s class was a rousing success.
I showed up to the sandbox. The yard doody lady called out Search’s name. Five kids looked up. Because there are five Search’s in his class. Yes. He has one of those names. But to keep things interesting for the teachers, they all have unique spellings. (Joke’s on you, class roster!)
So he’s got that going for him. That and the newly minted preschool identifying nickname: Little Search. Since he’s the tiniest one on the playground. And what guy wouldn’t love to have that name attached to him. I can hear it now, “You’re killin’ me smalls…” (Yeah. I went there.)
I barely got a second glance from the two Tiny Two’s related to me.
Many mothers lament the despair they feel at leaving a wailing child behind. (Search’s look back this morning was more reflective of the woes of ineptitude demonstrated by his parent as he was dropped off at the new class.) The wailing would come later. When it was time to leave.
Evan did not feel this way. Evan came sprinting out of the gate like he’d be on his mark, ready and set since his mommy dropped him off. Sadly, I am not Evan’s mom. He was corralled. Poor Evan.
Finally, two little two-foot PigPens approached me. When the dust finished swirling and settled (right onto the white dress I had ill-advisedly worn on preschool pickup day), I was able to peer beneath the grit and grime to determine that there was a very high likelihood that these two were the tiny children I’d birthed two years ago. So I decided to take them home.
Both boys immediately began mewling, “baaaaaaaa.” Hmm, I’m not completely fluent in toddler just yet. Christian preschool – now lambs of God?
It apparently means, “up.”
In any case, the last time I tried to carry both of them, one of them got dumped on the preschool pavement. I reminded them – “God gave you two legs. Use them.” Guess what suggestion didn’t go over very well?
Major. Muppet. Meltdown.
Fellow parents came and went. Eyeing me. I was that parent. Standing there. Calmly surveying the carnage spewed by two terrible twos. “You’d think they’d be excited to go home after a busy day” type comments lobbed my way.
It was a battle of wills. Unfortunately, in a brief fit of insanity, I gave my son a name meaning “spirit of battle.” And also, karma is a bitch. There were equal odds on who was the favorite in this fight.
Destroy had slunk off to the empty ball pit in the corner, and was leaning up against the wall – throwing a lone leftover ball up against the wall repeatedly.
To my left, we had Steve McQueen stuck in the Great [Preschool] Escape solitary confinement. To my right – A Clockwork Orange.
By the time we got to the car, Search and Destroy had morphed into a tag team of WWE wrestlers unwilling to submit to the ultimate defeat of carseat straps.
More families passed us by. Polite little children smiling happily as they helped mommy or daddy buckle them in safe and sound. Their parents looking side-eyed over at the crazy shaking MomMobile as I yelled, “Put the duck down and sit still! ” (It didn’t make sense then, either.)
Followed by a wail of, “NO PANTS!!!” (I may not speak toddler fluently, but that one came through loud and clear.)
Then a sippy cup was hurled the length of a football field in an enhanced effort to exhibit displeasure. “I am two and I DON’T have to like it!”
We’ve all grown up being told not to cry over spilt milk. Can I get a clarification on *poured on purpose* milk?
6 Responses to Something Funny Happened on the Way Home
They’re just perfect lambs of God! (too cute). What do they know??
PS Don’t wear white today
At least they like going! Good luck with those trantrums. Their mommy got the Academy Award of Trantrums for many years in a row.
I have no suggestions to offer, since nothing worked for me.
This story put a smile on my face because no matter how much I try, the fact that i do not have children inevitably turns me into “that girl” who stares at the mom (or dad) struggling with their children. It was nice to know what “that mom” goes thru… Maybe next time I won’t laugh and point quite so hard.;)
It’s ok to laugh at the ones that are one on one. One kid is easy. It’s the two against one scenario that’s the problem.
I used to work at an Early Head Start, and the kids could throw some crazy tantrums! Trust me, the teachers and other parents have seen their kids do the same kinds of things, and probably are just happy that it didn’t happen that day in public. Tomorrow might be a different story…
Thank you so much for this story! The “No PANTS!” wail was just what I needed to pick myself after an incredibly overwhelming day! I love reading your blog!