Ladies and gentlemen, the first week of school is OVER and I have survived it!!
Here are the mandatory mugshots:
Sarah, 11th grade (yoikes!), departure time 7:35 am
Daniel, 9th grade, departure time 7:15 am (yoikes!)
Emma, 5th grade, and Joshua, 1st grade, departure time 8:20 am
I know, I know. Last year I promised that this year’s “First Day of School” pictures would be more creative, but I wasn’t planning on having a new baby at the time. Next year’s pics will be better. Truly awe inspiring. Just wait and see.
From reading my friends’ blogs, I have come to realize that as a good mother, I was supposed to take my middle children to school and drop them off at their respective classrooms with a loving hug and tearful goodbye. Instead, I made sure they had their lunches packed and sent them out the door to walk the long, long half mile to school all by themselves. Then I sat on the couch breathing into a paper bag and trying not to hyperventilate as I realized that I was going to have to take care of Jakob and Elisabeth all. by. myself. I’m panicking again just thinking about it.
Day one went fairly well. After a bit of a rough morning (Bitsy, who has been held her entire life, didn’t appreciate having to entertain herself for the 3.5 seconds I took to get ready), we headed off to a friend’s house for a Back to School Brunch. This provided me with the courage I needed to return home and tackle a very messy kitchen and mountain of laundry, which is all folded and put away now thankyouverymuch.
On day two I managed a trip to the store with just the two of them in tow. Thoughts of going to Book Club in the evening kept me strong as I bravely navigated the world of Wal-mart. (Book read: The Pelican Brief. General consensus: John Grisham is WAAAY overrated. And 90’s technology is funny.)
Today we met up with a neighbor for a trip to feed the fishies as an end of the week treat for our preschoolers.
And right now, even as I am typing this very entry, Jakob is taking a nap and Elisabeth is gurgling contentedly.
Just what is the secret to my current success? I’ve recruited a new babysitter:
Yes, Inky is sitting on the baby. And the baby is clearly traumatized…