Dax is half passed out on the couch, sucking down a sippy cup of milk, watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, and recuperating from his first day at his new school.
I understand the day started out rough. Not surprising, really. If I was just getting over a cold and someone dumped me off in a strange place with a bunch of people I didn't know I might be a bit upset about it myself. Cat called me shortly after dropping Dax off and told me that when he left our son was crying. He then said that nobody was watching the children and it was like "Lord of the Flies" there. After I clawed my eyeballs out but before I dropped dead of a heart attack I realized this was his very sad attempt at making a joke. (Note to my husband: Payback is a bitch.)
Miss Cindi won Dax over by striking up a conversation about his Mickey Mouse t-shirt. I don't know how long he cried. I didn't ask. I don't want to know. I'm still recovering from the Lord of the Lies "joke".
Because it is Valentine's Day, it was not a typical day at school. When I got there to pick Dax up I was told that he might not be feeling very well and I immediately felt horrible because I thought we'd forced him to go to school too soon. Maybe he hadn't had enough time to get over his cold. But no. He had just eaten a ton of candy which he had gotten along with his Valentine's from all his new friends.
Um....pardon? My son? Ate candy? But he doesn't like candy. He never eats candy. "Well," said Cindi, "That might explain the tummy ache."
And the sugar coma he has slipped into.
He was definitely ready to go home but he did say goodbye to everyone and "see you tomorrow". As we walked down the driveway he told me about all the cards and candy he got from his friends. I asked him if he had fun and if he wanted to come back tomorrow and he said that he had and that he did.
I wonder if he'll feel the same way when he gets there tomorrow and realizes that not every day will be filled with colorful cards and more than his body's weight in sugar.