First day of school jitters

My son doesn’t say too much on his way home from school, I pick him up and we walk home (we live 6 houses away from the school) normally in silence. He says hello to his sister, tells me he has no idea what he ate, which is a complete lie, because since he has started school he has eaten a peanut butter and jelly sandwich every single day. I ask him and he says Mom I have no idea, he also has no idea what any of friends names are, and he’s disappointed in the school because there is no real learning going on.  You know no ABC’s , 1-2-3’s we do a lot free play, and she reads to us a lot.

At first I was seriously nervous about him going to this big school, so unlike the little intimate Christian school he just finished at. They hung banners when I had my daughter, welcomed me to drop in at any time, which I gladly did. This new school is so distant, they said to plan on staying for their first day, so naturally I took off work, skipped class and was ready to spend it with my son. After about 15 minutes the teacher kept glancing at me like…is this bitch gonna leave. And then my son said, it’s okay mom you really can go home. So I left, peered through the window which I notice now has a blind pulled, and circled around the school in my car. I didn’t have anything better to do, obviously since I had taken the day off.

We have now finished the week, he is officially a preschooler, and seems settled. So I’m okay with walking home in silence, in fact I embrace it. I don’t get too much silence in my life. So today we get home, after our silence, and he says to me. Jesus Christ mom (Jesus is another word that I say entirely too much, and he loves to use it, and uses it well) that school is hot, it makes me so sweaty, can you smell me, I stink, I smell like Travis’ mouth.

Travis is his 17 year old uncle, who has pretty good hygiene as far as I’m aware, and who is always well dressed. In saying this every time I see him I look at his teeth, I have a teeth thing. And say Jesus Christ Travis whens the last time you brushed your teeth. He always says he’s been busy, or he’s already brushed them. But I never get close enough to smell his breath. I try to stay away from most people closely, it’s a thing I have.

I guess the moral of this is that I will probably have to get my son some deodorant, since febreeze sport tide isn’t going to be able to wash away the stench of homelessness that wafts from him. Nothing against homeless people, but most of them, don’t smell like angels…assuming angels smell good and clean, which I’m sure they do. Along with deodorant, his uncle should probably brush his teeth more, because even though my son is silent on the walk home, I can’t imagine how many other people he has stated this too.