School started on Wednesday. And for me, way more than January 1st, the start of a new school year means a new beginning for me. After a summer of un-structured time, I long for the predictable schedule of school time.
This school year, more than any other, promises to be a good one. You see, Paige started Kindergarten, which means that she will be gone all day just like her big brother. Drop-off is at 7:45am, pickup at 3:15pm. Let’s do the math: That’s 7 1/2 HOURS of time where no one is begging for snacks, video game time, or playdates. That’s 7.5 hours of SILENCE and LIST ACCOMPLISHING and WORKING. And let’s not forget ADULT LUNCHES and UNINTERRUPTED PHONE CALLS.
I could weep just thinking of the possibilities!
The first day of school, however, was not without its disasters. To start, I grossly underestimated the amount of effort it takes to get two children out the door at the same time. It’s not DOUBLE as hard as one. It’s EXPONENTIALLY harder, y’all! I was out of bed at 5:45am, and I was huffing it to get out the door at 7:30! Admittedly, I wasn’t as prepared as one should be, and our second day will definitely be better (see that? POSITIVE THOUGHTS!). In fact, to assure a smoother morning, I’ve created checklists for each child, and then I laminated them. Because laminating solves all problems! Yes!
We also failed to introduce Paige to her PE teacher on meet-the-teacher night. It never occurred to us. So when her teacher (a woman) dropped the kids off with the PE teacher (a man), Paige freaked out. When I picked her up from her first day of school ever and asked how it was, she said “I called and called for you and you didn’t come”. So of course, I died. Right there in the carpool line.
Turns out, she “called for me” by whispering “where’s my mommy” under her breath the entire time she was doing PE. I know this because she demonstrated her desperate plea for me in the car on the way home. Thankfully, William was there to assure Paige that Mr. Robinson is actually awesome, and NOT a-strange-man-who-might-kill-you. I’m sure Monday will be MUCH better (again! POSITIVE ME!).
Any way you slice it, I know for an absolute fact that MY first day of school (full of bumps as it was) was nothing (NOTHING) like my friend’s first day, which involved 1) arriving late to carpool (because HELLO, she has THREE children, one of which is a TODDLER) only to 2) drive her car into the ditch, 3) requiring someone (my husband) to tow her out.
To her credit, she did not cry, cuss, or scream. Which is way, way better than I would have done.