2nd try at the 1st Day of School

So, round 2 of the 1st Day of School was yesterday. To say I was nervous is an understatement. After last week's shenanigans, Evan and I were somewhat of a wreck. Let's just say that after about an hour of running around town, I realized that my shirt was on inside out. When I ran to the bathroom to fix this problem, I also noticed that my underwear was on backwards. Yes, you heard me, not inside out but backwards. We don't need to address that situation any further, thanks.

On Tuesday morning, we decided to play it cool. No fancy clothes, no pictures. Just our normal routine with Matt Lauer and (now) Savannah Guthrie in the background (why didn't they promote Natalie Morales??), an assortment of breakfast foods, a ton of coffee for me, and some playtime for the little guy. He was more than happy for our morning field trip, probably assuming that I was taking him somewhere awesome like Gymboree or Daddy's distillery. Russman didn't even punch me in the face when we walked through the school doors. The tears only began to flow when I tried to put his name tag on his back. ("Why do I need a name tag? Hello, I'm the huge redhead kid. I'm like 17 lbs bigger than anyone else at this school. I also barf when I cry. And I still like bottles. Big deal.") At this point, I knew that I had to hand him off and get out of there as fast as possible.

Once I was home, I waited by the phone for an hour. To my surprise, nobody called. I started to run pointless errands like going into Bath and Body Works. I mean, who even goes there when they aren't having their after-Christmas sale? I walked in, fumbled around and quickly left. I wondered if it was a coincidence that a police officer immediately followed me into Jamba Juice. What was I even doing here? It was time to get myself together and take advantage of having some time without Russ. So after the dry cleaners and grocery store, I decided to get my oil changed. This would be the first time in the history of my Jeep that I would get my oil changed on time. (Normally, Evan politely reminds me once I'm several thousand miles over.) Kwik Kar, here I come....well, until the second nervous parent in this relationship called. Evan said he couldn't get Russ out of his head and that he wanted to meet up. So the two of us grabbed lunch, could barely eat, took our doggie bags and were off to school to grab our guy.

When we arrived, he was upset because some of the other parents picked their kiddos up early. Apparently once one parent arrives, the little ones become anxious for their own parents. So now, instead of picking him up at 2- all the moms are going to fight to be the first to pick up their baby. I'm sorry but this is MY day. I pay till 2. Stop messing things up, early moms. Anyway, we were shocked to hear that the teacher got Russ to sleep on a NAP MAT for an hour. Evan doesn't believe her, but this is a Baptist school and I don't think Baptists are allowed to lie. He also made a picture which is the best thing I have ever laid eyes on. I can already tell we need a new house because I don't have enough wall space to hang up all of his pictures. Overall, I think he had an ok time and "ok" is good enough for his 2nd round of the 1st day of school.

I know, it's amazing.

We thought he would crash once he got home. Just the opposite, he was out of control wildman.

*I apologize that I don't have proof about my clothing issues. My mom and mother-in-law read my blog.