I had signed her up for Spanish classes. The school board is offering free language classes at schools across the city during the month of July. Spanish is being offered at the school she will start kindergarten at sooner then I am ready for. So we went to the school yesterday, they checked our paperwork and I paid the ten dollar registration fee.
Sitting at the side of the wading pool yesterday afternoon I started chatting with the mom of a boy from the girl's preschool. Her kids were signed up for Japanese classes at the same school. In fact, the mom had been talked into teaching the class. When I told the girl this, and mentioned the name of another boy from her preschool who would be in the class, she decided she wanted to learn Japanese too. Despite the fact that the only word she knows in Japanese is sushi.
When the boy woke up at 5am this morning I knew it would be a long day. While I haven't conducted a scientific study, I find days where he wakes up before 5:30 am to be harder. On me and him. Early mornings mean he wants to fall asleep as soon as we go anywhere in the stroller and so I spend all my energies keeping him awake. Because, while he could nap in the stroller, I want an hour or two to myself while he naps and his sister reads or watches a video.
He was almost asleep when we go to the girl's school at quarter to nine. His eyes opened when I pulled him out of the stroller and while he squeaked a bit, he perked up when we entered the school. Both kids sat quietly on chairs in the office while I moved the girl from Spanish to Japanese class. Of coarse, once that was done I started to worry. That she wouldn't like the class, that she would want me, that she wouldn't understand a thing!
So I worried while I walked back to the park with the boy. I worried on and off while I enjoyed a lovely morning with friends in the park. I worried when it came time to leave and pick up the girl because I couldn't figure out how to go get her without the boy falling asleep. And then I worried about leaving the boy with friends at the park while I borrowed a car and zipped off to get her. Because he was so very tired and as I left he started to cry. He cried most of the time I was gone, despite the comforts and distractions being provided by my friends. He cried until he fell asleep in the stroller.
That's where I found him once I made it back to the park. The girl had been late leaving her class and I had just grabbed her and run, thinking about the boy the whole time. I remembered to ask her how she liked her Japanese class, but I don't remember her answer.