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.