Thankfully Back to School

I have never been as excited for school to begin as I am this year.

This year my son begins Kindergarten. While I am thrilled beyond belief at this milestone in his life, I am also thrilled for another reason. You see, once school begins, I can get the kids back on a regular schedule and get my work schedule back in order.

It may sound a little callous, but when you have to get work done and you have a summer filled with swim lessons, trips to the mall and other less structured activities, it makes working at home very difficult.

Besides, I can’t take the fighting anymore. My daughter, whose case of the terrible twos is rivaling John McEnroe during his early years, loves violence. My son loves to push her buttons. That leaves me with a 5 year old boy screaming at the top of his lungs because his little sister chucked a Matchbox car at his head – again- because he has been taking her toys away from her for the past 20 minutes.

I can ship my son off to school, but what to do with my daughter? I considered doing something like Gymboree classes, but quite frankly, one hour per week will not make a dent in her energy levels. I need something like a terrible twos boot camp, where there are drill instructors available to deal with the kids when they laugh hysterically while in their 5th time out of the afternoon.

She needs to be around other kids her age anyway. This will prove my point that she is not the only little girl on the planet and that despite what she thinks, she cannot do and have whatever she wants. My only fear is that she will band together with others of her kind. What happens then? What if she corrupts the other little angels and I have to answer to their parents? I remember seeing kids like her in my son’s classes. I also remember thinking that I was sooo glad that it wasn’t me. It’s that whole circle of life/karma/curse of our mothers coming back to haunt me. (You do know the curse of the mother right? It starts with “When you have kids, I hope they…).

Well, until I find the magical activity that works with her, I will have to be satisfied with my son going to school and at least being away from his sister for a few hours. At least that way she will have less time to give him goose eggs on his forehead.