It’s the First Day of School. Again.

First Day of School

Apparently it’s the first day of school.

I know this because I set my alarm for 6:30 just so I could get up, make the coffee, and get a few things done before the boys rolled out of bed. When it went off, I had absolutely no idea what was going on, where I was, or why on Earth I needed to wake up.

Transitions are tough.

I eventually forced myself out of bed, took the dog out (who looked at me like, “Lady, it’s too early for this nonsense”), and started the coffee, thus starting the whole school year morning routine back into motion. I even remembered to make lunches and put them in lunchboxes. I also remembered to put on a bra. Gold star day.

Once the boys got up, one with a Darth Vader-esque, “Nooooooo-ooooooo,” the morning continued smoothly, which is just a set-up for future morning failure. “Oh, things went so easily on the first morning of school. It’s going to be a great year.” Sure. Check back with me next Monday or some idle Tuesday in September. Or October. And don’t bother checking in by March; no one will want to do anything by that point.

First Day of School

We met the boys’ teachers last night, and I feel cautiously optimistic. The cautiously isn’t on behalf of their teachers; they seem absolutely amazing and, once again, wonderfully appropriate for each boy. The cautiously is on behalf of the difficult time we experienced last year in so many ways. Most of my apprehension comes from the social interactions the boys will experience and endure. I can’t swoop in and make things easier for either of them, and they struggle in their own ways with friends, not-quite-friends, and the ins-and-outs of today’s playground life. I’m feeling very anxious this morning sending them off once again to figure these things out for themselves.

I spoke with the boys regarding some goals they have for the year. One wants to achieve four nine weeks of Principal’s List again. The other wants to learn multiplication (even though they won’t teach him any this year). LittleBrother seemed very pleased the his teacher, who taught third grade last year, kept all of her chapter books in her classroom; he definitely saw a few he was interested in reading. BigBrother seemed excited to have a number of friends in his class.

I like the clean slate of a new school year. I like the first day photo rituals and liking all of the photos you post. I like how excited the boys remain for school to start each year; I’m sure that will change in time. I don’t like the silence of my house right now, but I remedied that earlier with some loud music.

In a few hours, we’ll pick them up and ask them about their first days of second and fourth grade. They’ll talk our ears off on the way home and we’ll miss the silence, thus fully pulling us back into the school year routine.

First Day of School
(PS: This is getting framed.)

Here’s to a good one.

 

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5 Replies to “It’s the First Day of School. Again.”

  1. Huzzah for a good day today! Here’s to an entire week of them, all strung together. :)

    Our girls start Monday and I am making myself focus on the good things. In fact, I have Olaf chanting in my ear “All good things! All good things!” and sometimes it even helps. Heh.

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