Who would have thought preschool was so complex?
Definitely not me.
Bubba went 2 years to preschool (headstart) nearly 11 years ago. I barely remember those days. I was a work-a-holic.
Nowadays, the preschoolers in Wee One’s school carry $40 backpacks and have Ipods-yes, I am serious.
The walk of shame. This is the walk that the preschooler and their parent picking them up must walk when the preschooler messed in their pants. The walk goes by all the classrooms and office doors, and worst of all, the front lobby.
The preschooler’s soiled clothing is put into a see thru baggie and knotted tightly. It is scorned upon by all the preschool parents, and the little kids. Well, the kids who do not potty in their pants that is.
I have little tolerance for such melodramatic crap.
I never paid much attention to this whole Walk Of Shame drama until it happened to me.
Since Wee One became ‘housebroken‘ he has never had an accident with the exception of peeing outside and he peed on his britches.
So, you can imagine my shock when his teacher handed me the walk of shame soiled clothing bag. No doubt my face showed puzzlement and before I could ask, “what happened?”
Wee One’s teacher said, “oh, it was nothing. Wee spilled his whole cup of milk all over himself at breakfast.”
Me, “whew, okay. He has never had an accident. I was worried.”
Teacher, “oh no, when Wee has to use the potty, he goes all on his own without any help. we never have to ask him. he is the best child when it comes to using the restroom on his own”
Wee One was not happy about wearing the ‘borrowed clothing’. He hung his head in shame when we walked thru the lobby carrying his soy milk soaked clothing on our way out the door.
As his mother I wanted to shout at the other parents staring, “he spilled his milk and did not go to the bathroom in his pants! Unlike your un-housebroken brats!”
But I did not. I held my head high and marched right by those judging parents and out the front door.
An added bonus, I was riding a new colt for cousin L 30 minutes prior to picking up Wee One, so I gave my boots a little extra stomp in my step making my spurs jangle even louder.
Okay, I may have exaggerated The Walk Of Shame a tad bit.
But, thats what it felt like to me.
I suppose my lack of social interaction with other people for about 5 years has given me some sort of complex/phobia…..maybe I should email Dr.Phil.
Ha! Like that would happen…..when pigs fly.
I am off to ride Scooter on this chilly, frosty morning. He had a look in his eye like he may be a handful. Despite his almost 29 years, he sometimes acts a bit broncy!