So today was the first day of my "new life". As of today I have all my children in school. This has never happened to me before. And for the record, I am not liking it. Not one bit. I know many moms out there are excited as hell today. Not me. I always hated the start of school. I love the easy days of summer. I love having my kids with me. They are so unique and so smart and they really are fabulous company. They make me laugh and smile and..they just make me happy. Letting them go out in the world for 8 hrs at a time is hard for me.
So today I got them up and ready for the new school year. This year I have a Junior in high school, a 6th grader and kindergatener. Oh Sammy. Sending him to school filled me with anxiety. He is a very odd and particular little man. He is not as adaptable as my other kids.
In the morning, Sammy started out cranky. He found it hard to fall asleep the night before. He was up until 11, eating crackers and taking about Monsters Inc. He has a unique speak pattern, that can drive you crazy after a few minutes. I say " Sammy, come on outside so we can wait for the bus"
"WHAT?? You want me to go outside this early in the morning!?!?"
and so it goes.
"WHAT??? You want me to carry my own lunch box?!?!?"
"WHAT??? You want me to stay in school the whole day?!?!?"
And then I did I silent prayer for the teacher. and him. and me.
So they get on the bus and off for the day.
Please ignore my front porch, which needs re-staining. I am getting to it.
So they did well. I think.
the mom was a different story.
However, everyone must know I am having a hard time this year. I ended up getting quite a few phone calls from my friends and family and before I knew it, it was time to get into the shower and meet Adam for lunch. That is something I have never had the chance to do and it was nice. Weird, but in a good way. I ran some errands and got home in time to see my high schooler off the bus.
I told him I missed him. He told me he was sorry but he was too busy "being punk and a Junior" nice. real nice.
Then the time came for Josh and Sammy to come home, so Zach and I headed out to meet the bus. And, ummmm..it did not go well. The report from one of Sammy's classmate is the Sammy cried all day because as he puts it "that bus to take me home was taking a LONG time to get there"
We snuggled and talked about his day. It was long for him. It will be an adjustment. He giggled in my bed, nuzzling me and said he loved how I smelled. Such a nutjob. Ah, but he is my nutjob. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Is it summer vacation again yet??