Twas the night before kindergarten ....
and the clothes in da houz. G's all excited and I've freaked the &*$% out...
At dinner I enthusiastically read him the poem to accompany the jitter glitter his teacher sent, carefully rewording it so it was clear the glitter stays in the bag (I'm no fool). When I finished and told G it was from his teacher, he said, "Well, she's crazy." "But it will help you sleep!" I tried. "I don't need help sleeping," he said. "I think we should save it for art." Oh, my practical little dude.
The only new piece in his first day of school ensemble is his socks (apatosaurus!) because I bought two packages of these socks way back when and forgot and just found them. But hey, it works. Also his backpack is new. He is thrilled for his backpack. One that is actually big enough to hold a folder.
I've still got forms to do, and another glass of wine to drink. But we got this. He's got this. Me...sorta.