It’s the first week of school.
To be more precise, it’s the second day of school which for our district is the first full day.
I’m normally the first one to cheer the first day of school. I’m the mom who has the countdown for the first day of school started on the last day of school. I usually host a brunch for friends on the first day of school to celebrate the quiet.
Even as a kid I looked forward to the first day of school…
…not this year.
Cj started middle school. This means a new building, new teachers, new paras, new pick up and drop off plans. Somewhere mid summer I started waking up in the middle of night with my heart pounding…Does he have to change for PE? Will they continue his binder schedule system? How will we get him to work a padlock? When will his teacher have her baby? Who will be his para? Will his shoes fit? Will he be able to open his new water bottle? The answer to all these questions? I could say, doesn’t matter, it will all work out, but you know that’s not my style. The answers are as follows, no, yes, I found a padlock you that you turn wheels to make a word, in 8 days, two great ladies, no, yes.
From the sounds of things, both the kids had a great day and were ready to head back for more today.
I survived. I did not cry as I left the school yesterday. I almost did. I was incredibly grateful for a group of friends who distracted me with eggy casserole, chocolate pecan coffee cake and lots of laughs.
Lulu has her bestie and the therapy dog in her classroom so she’s set. (Her teacher is the dog’s caretaker so she spends the first half of every day in their class.)
Cj woke up the night yelling about monsters, but fell back to sleep. He woke up this morning ready for the day. On the walk to school, he reminded me 3 times of our pick up meeting place and double checked to make sure he had chocolate chip cookies in his lunch. Take that autism!!
Now on to something completely different.
My brother’s flag quilt is finished. My aunt did a great meander on her long arm with variegated blue to grey thread.
If he doesn’t like it, I’m keeping it. Well, first I will kick him in the shin and then I will keep it.