We are at T minus 13 days until school starts. I find myself each year wishing I was one of those moms who cried at the sight of her babies--lunch boxes in hand--boarding the school bus longing to keep them at home just a little longer. But alas, I am the mom who is secretly hiding a paper chain in my closet each day watching it get shorter and finding joy in knowing that a few hours of daily peace is around the corner.
I did actually shed a few tears when I sent Jonah off to Kindergarten. I was quite worried about him making friends. He tends to keep to himself and to a mom who loves to be surrounded by people--that stresses me out. Everyday I would ask him who he played with and he would say "nobody". That of course made me freak out even more and after a few days of that I needed to see for myself. So binoculars in hand, I strapped my 2 little ones still at home in their car seats and we covertly entered the school parking lot finding a spot behind some trees--with the playground visible--and there he was happily playing with friends enjoying being a new Kindergartner.
This whole move "thing" has put everyone in our house under much undue stress. Thus causing much undue bickering. I find myself trying to find "errands" we can run which will not cause me to have a nervous breakdown and at the same time provide an opportunity to get out of the house where we can all love each other. (And the 75 cent shaved ices don't hurt either!)
Next Monday the kids find out who their teachers are. Not so exciting this year since we don't know anything about any of the teachers nor any of the other students who may or may not be in their classes. Quite anti-climactic. We did walk over last night to time ourselves and see how long it will take us to get to the school. 6 minutes 51 seconds I believe. Now that is at a Monday night stroll speed. I'm certain that we will make it in under 5 at our "You better move your little tail" speed which we find ourselves in on most school mornings.
The walk itself is about 70 yards longer than our walk to the bus stop in Texas. I think it will be a treat. I am anticipating--and dreading--prying Seth off the playground equipment each morning and carrying him kicking and screaming on the way home. We may have to come up with a bribe to remedy that.
We went out yesterday to look into pre-school options for Seth. I was a bit discouraged to find that preschool here is only about 2 1/2 hours long for about the same price as in Texas. Bummer.
I've completely given up on getting unpacked at this point. After school starts I think it might be possible to create some order around here. So for now...why bother? We will eat, drink, and be merry until the 27th, which--did I mention--was 13 days away??
I did actually shed a few tears when I sent Jonah off to Kindergarten. I was quite worried about him making friends. He tends to keep to himself and to a mom who loves to be surrounded by people--that stresses me out. Everyday I would ask him who he played with and he would say "nobody". That of course made me freak out even more and after a few days of that I needed to see for myself. So binoculars in hand, I strapped my 2 little ones still at home in their car seats and we covertly entered the school parking lot finding a spot behind some trees--with the playground visible--and there he was happily playing with friends enjoying being a new Kindergartner.
This whole move "thing" has put everyone in our house under much undue stress. Thus causing much undue bickering. I find myself trying to find "errands" we can run which will not cause me to have a nervous breakdown and at the same time provide an opportunity to get out of the house where we can all love each other. (And the 75 cent shaved ices don't hurt either!)
Next Monday the kids find out who their teachers are. Not so exciting this year since we don't know anything about any of the teachers nor any of the other students who may or may not be in their classes. Quite anti-climactic. We did walk over last night to time ourselves and see how long it will take us to get to the school. 6 minutes 51 seconds I believe. Now that is at a Monday night stroll speed. I'm certain that we will make it in under 5 at our "You better move your little tail" speed which we find ourselves in on most school mornings.
The walk itself is about 70 yards longer than our walk to the bus stop in Texas. I think it will be a treat. I am anticipating--and dreading--prying Seth off the playground equipment each morning and carrying him kicking and screaming on the way home. We may have to come up with a bribe to remedy that.
We went out yesterday to look into pre-school options for Seth. I was a bit discouraged to find that preschool here is only about 2 1/2 hours long for about the same price as in Texas. Bummer.
I've completely given up on getting unpacked at this point. After school starts I think it might be possible to create some order around here. So for now...why bother? We will eat, drink, and be merry until the 27th, which--did I mention--was 13 days away??
3 comments:
I am with you. I don't even pretend not to be the mom with the paper chain - Everyone knows I am counting down the days!!
oh becky I love that you went and spied on your son on the playground! That sounds like something I would do!!!
I'll be happy to have them busy in school-oh yes, but all the stuff that comes along with school I don't miss yet. Oh well!!
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