Preschool, Here We Come…
Our oldest son is getting ready to start preschool. We had to delay it a year because of the move, so that meant we had one more year at home in our little bubble. Now we’re ready to send him out into the world.
There are so many good feelings flowing through me right now. I’m so excited. He is beyond ready for some classroom interaction, and I can’t wait to see what he does with it. We have his outfit and backpack all ready to go. New friends are in our future… For him and maybe even for Joe and I!
“Winter is Coming”
I don’t want to minimize any of that positivity. It’s definitely the dominant emotion. As a germaphobe, however, every once in awhile the thought of preschool floods me with another emotion. Fear.
Joe and I recently started watching Game of Thrones. We definitely fall under the umbrella of “binge-watchers” because we were hoping to catch up before the current season’s finale. (we failed) That show is intense. I honestly wanted to stop watching after the first episode, but I promised Joe four episodes before I could acquire veto power. I close my eyes and ears for a huge chunk of each episode, but after those four episodes, I was hooked.
Now that we’re watching two episodes a night, it’s hard to ignore the daily triggers that bring the show to the forefront of my mind. Example? The boys watching a show this morning (maybe Umi Zumi?) about a dragon and dragon eggs. If I had more time, I’d google to find out if this show was written before or after GOT.
Now that the posts about school-related sickness have started flooding my Facebook feed, another GOT line comes to mind…. “Winter is Coming” (said in ominous tone)…. The line they repeat over and over again when referring to the time the freaky winter people will come to attack. The fear, the dread, the warning in those words.
That’s how I feel about joining the preschool germ cesspool for the first time. “Disease is coming” (said in same ominous tone). So many questions come to mind… How long will it take before we get the dreaded hand, foot, and mouth? Will we actually be able to attend any of the activities we signed up for this fall? Or will we just be home sick for months? Do I line my furniture and rugs with plastic now with the anticipation of the stomach bug? Is it too late to train my kid to detect a sick child and hide? Can I send my kid to school in a mask? How much sanitizer can I stuff in his backpack?
I know I sound dramatic. It’s just a fear of the unknown. What I do know is that my kids seem to catch a cold if someone sneezes in the next room. If you need me over the next week, I’ll just be stocking up on clorox wipes and purell.
At least we don’t have to worry about zombie-like monsters and men in gold masks trying to kill us all on a daily basis, am I right??
