My little girl is off to school today. And I am off to my first full day as production assistant at the cluster of stations where the husband and I work. Yes, they've added to my duties.
TFYO is going to be learning some social skills, I'm sure, like how to sit in a circle without immediately jumping into a game of "Duck, Duck, Goose", and how to share. Being an only child right now, sharing is something that she's still having trouble with.
I'm also going to be learning some social skills. For example, how not to kill a salesperson who insists that I can squeeze sixty seconds of copy into a thirty second spot. Or how to be gracious when someone puts a production order on my desk five minutes before I'm supposed to leave, and then insists it has to air by 10 a.m. the next morning.
TFYO has new clothes, a brand new backpack for her school things, and a fabulous outlook on what her new school life will be.
I bought a new pair of red tennis shoes, and received a whole barrel of anxiety to tote along with me to work this morning. You see, the production director is out of town through Wednesday this week. That means, I'm in charge. I've spent less than three days with this new order processing software. And now I'm responsible for it. The commercial production I can do in my sleep. I just didn't realize I'd have to schedule the orders, too.
And of course, I've got the "weepy mom" business of sending my only child off to "big kid" school for the very first time. I worry that she won't make friends (that was something I was never good at), I worry that she'll be bored by sitting in a circle reciting the days of the week (which she already knows) and I worry I'm going to be getting a phone call round about noon-ish informing me my child refuses to eat, but is taking great delight in draping banana peels on her classmates heads.
I think there's only one cure for this. More red shoes.
