Today was the first day of school. Like most parents in the past week (and those whose children start soon), I am struck by just how difficult it seems to relinquish summer to the onset of school. Where, oh where, did the summer go? Wasn’t it just June? And, there’s the whole issue with “mah babies! A year older!” Yeah.
While I did sleep horribly last night, I’m okay with relinquishing my girls to 7th and 4th grades. There is no longer that angst one feels when they’re going to, say, pre-K3 like the boy is on Thursday. Oh, please check in on me on Thursday because the post that day is going to be written in tears that will stain your computer screen black from the sadness, cause you to weep in response to mean old Father Time who seems to not care about the loss of my preshus wittle baby.
Reports of the first day are in.
Oldest girl: “It’s a prison!” (Her school implemented uniforms and “even the socks, Mommy!” must conform. There was mention of time out chairs (um, these are seventh graders, not toddlers) and the new assistant principal has a background in dun dun dun duuuuuuuuuuun military school. I have many questions for back to school night.
Middle girl: “My body rejected the cheese from the tacos but otherwise they were delicious!”
I asked the boy how his day was. He said, “Gimme juice, baby!”
So, I guess everything for everyone was normal and there’s probably no real need for me to continue doing this:
Oh, look, there’s laundry to do. Real need.
How did I not know that your girls and my boys are exactly the same ages? We start 7th and 4th next week.
School uniforms – I am ALL for them. So much easier on parents and teachers. I was one of those dorks who would’ve voted for them as a student, too.
Congrats on the beginning of another year! It really does feel more like a new year than the New Year does, to me.
Laughing about the tacos! What a hilarious thing to say! I’m glad the girls had good days and I’ll check in on Thursday.
Aww, your kids are so darn adorable! Good luck on Thursday — that’s a tough one!
Oh these kids look JUST LIKE YOU, Arnebya.
How’s that for a feather in your cap??
And I’m going to tell you what you can do with that frosting.
Bring it to Serenity Suite next year. And two spoons.
xo
There is ALWAYS a need for choc. frosting!
Okay. “Give me juice, baby!” is now officially my new catchphrase. You know, those are really very painfully cute children. And are you telling me that that cute red top and khaki pants are a uniform? If so, she’s got it pretty damned good. And you know, after many years of parochial school uniforms, I can testify that they are the WAY TO GO! SO easy. No wardrobe dramas. I will be thinking of you on Thursday!
Yup, one is in red and khaki, the other two wear yellow and blue. And yes, it’s easier, but not when the administration starts to assert that tan is not khaki or that one kid’s red is not really red. I don’t see this going well. (I’ve found myself saying “Give me juice, baby!” rather randomly too).
lady, you better be sharing that chocolate icing…
your girls look awesome, must get it from their freaking amazing mom ;)
xo
My son went to high school today. HIGH SCHOOL.
And my daughter starts 8th grade in less than an hour.
I couldn’t sleep with the nerves.
Thought I’d be a wreck. But you know what?
It’s been pretty good around here…surprisingly good.
Jack got up, showered, made his own breakfast, packed his own lunch and seemed to be unfazed by this Brave New World he’s facing today.
Karly has been blasting music in her bedroom while she “preps” and doesn’t even want me to get out of the car when she picks up her schedule before school. She’s cool as a cucumber (assuming cucumbers are cool. I’ve never really understood that idiom. If they are in the refrigerator, then yeah. Cucumbers are cold. But so is everything else in there. How come we don’t say cool as yogurt?).
Anyway.
I think I could get used to this “parenting older children” thing.
Except for the part where I have to be 43 to do it.
On second thought, bring on the frosting.
I was okay with the girls. The nervousness dissipated by the time I dropped the 7th grader off. But the boy? That’s an entirely separate post. I think the cucumber inside is usually always cooler than room temperature so despite it being hot outside, the cucumber will still taste cooler than the air we’re breathing. (I read something similar to that years ago so do not quote me. Also, do not think that is correct because it probably isn’t because I may be constructing a memory that didn’t happen and I will not be held to the belief that I accurately deconstruct confusing idioms. And dreams. Don’t ask me about dreams).
High school. Just…wow. Frosting. BYOS (spoon).
Sometimes I feel like we should have a time out chair in this house for husbands. Just…go…sit. I’m glad they had a great first day…errr….kind of?
The husband time out chair needs to be outside.
The girls look beautiful! I wish I could be a fly on the wall for your back to school night at your oldest daughter’s school. That will be interesting…especially if you have had some tequilla before you go! ;-)
Also, I go for raw cookie dough minus the eggs when I stressing. Sooo good!!!
Your kids have some serious star quality. I love the smiles on the girls’ faces and the exuberance of your son.
I’m pretty sure my body would reject cafeteria taco cheese as well. :)
She said it so seriously, Julie, that all I could do was say I’m glad you’re ok. She just shrugged it off like no biggie, I throw up school-provided cheese every year, Mommy; you don’t know me at all!