I always thought the smart color was green.

Holy crap...no one prepared me for the meltdown at night following the first day of school. I didn't realize that I was still a novice.  (Hear that?  That is a corkscrew.)

The lead up to the first day seemed okay.  Last week, the Wangs took just a short vacation so we had time to prepare for the beginning of school.  (There is really no "we"...Ching had work things, I prepped the girls.)

I can look past Rachel's behavior at Target where she took my keys out of my pocketbook and tossed them down a random aisle as I was telling Laurel how much I loved school supplies. (Another mother had them, whom I found before she was about to hand them to the customer service desk.)  Notebooks, crayons, erasers (shaped like ice cream cones) are all Laurel's.  Thankfully I am just in Target.  If I was in Staples, I am complete putty.  With Target, there are other distractions...yes, Laurel, you can have three sizes of notebooks, but sequins on your clothes...no way.  (Apparently Laurel thinks she is Neil Diamond.)

I can look past which classroom Laurel was placed in for the year.  There are 63 first graders.  Only 2 of the 63 have the same last name...Laurel and that little punk that I have mentioned before this entry.  My nemisis who tells Laurel lies (Oh, yeah, I know Katy Perry) and tells her that she should count calories.  Oh yes, they are are the same class.  I will deal with the situation when I absolutely have been pushed (to go apeshit).

This morning was okay.  Everyone got dressed dutifully but...Rachel wouldn't pose for a first day of school shot and Laurel wouldn't let me make her hair look neat---just a messy high pony with a pink headband.  According to Laurel, pink makes her look smart.  (I always thought the smart color was green.)

So as the day (for both girls) went very well, the night is here.  All I could say is..."Oh Shit".

Rachel didn't want to go to bed and demanded that she go to sleep holding coins...really, she wanted to be paid to sleep.

Laurel can't find her umbrella.  Apparently, it is going to rain again tomorrow.  I think she left it on the camp bus months ago but I try to appease her by telling her I will check the garage as one last ditch effort.  Nothing...and then she tells me that her whole year has been bad luck.
Mom:  The year just started.
L:  I am talking about the last twelve months.
(Oh Christ...I am not opposed to Prozac...for her.  I am all set in that department.)

Perhaps I am pissy because this is the only way that I can enjoy the first day of school.  I miss the first day of school with the outfit, fresh school supplies and a kicky new hair cut.  Next year, JCW is getting a great first day of school outfit.  Screw the spreadsheet.  I say this because when I asked how Laurel's day was and "it was great."  Ching also added that Laurel's teacher is "kinda hot."  Well that is great because now I don't have to schedule time for the parent teacher conference--it will be all CCW!