Tuesday I took the boys to be screened for Kindergarten Readiness [school speak for super-preK].
They were lucky enough to be screened by the teacher they'll start school with next week in the classroom they'll be in all year long.
They went in shy and a little apprehensive, and came out talkative and completely excited, visibly jazzed about the prospects of higher education.
As I signed the last few official pieces of paperwork, their teacher began to quiz me on how to tell them apart from each other. I gave her the usual rundown, "Hayden's face is long, Cash's is round, Hayden has a cowlick, Cash has a birthmark" while assuring her that before long she'll have no problem telling them apart, unless, of course, she's standing behind them.
She laughed, and then went on to express her gratitude that I did not dress them alike.
And then it hit me, all at once, like an overstuffed backpack landing on my head as I creaked open the imaginary locker door of my doomed reality.
My kids are about to start school 5 days a week, 6 hours a day.
Its going to be emotional. Our lives our going to change. And yes, I'm going to miss them. Of course I'm going to miss them. I'll miss them just like I'd miss my arms if they left me all day long to become smarter then they ever would staying at home attached to my shoulders.
But, OMG. What I'm really freaking out about?
I'm going to have to dress them.
Every day of the week.
I'm going to actually have to use my brain when I walk into the closet.
I'm going to have treat my kids like the actual individuals they are, and dress them as if they were separate entities, instead of some adorable little freak show.
I'm going to have to like, plan ahead or something.
All this on top of getting them up unfortunately early AND making sure they're fed. And let's not even get started on that whole "Be on time, when on time is 7:30 AAAAAAAMMMMMMM" thing.
Woe. Is. Me.
Where's a uniform when I need one?