Alarm. Snooze. Alarm. Snooze. Alarm. Drag myself out of bed, cling to the stair rail to go downstairs and wake up the Diva for her first day of 4th grade. Tap her. Rub her back. Call her name. Once, twice, three times. Listen to her yawn and stretch and make her puppy like whimper noises before she finally opens her eyes, looks out the window and informs me that it’s still dark outside. Uh yeah, I know. Just wait til this winter!
6:20 am is much too early to be waking children up for school. I didn’t even get my coffee. The Diva got dressed in one of her new uniforms, and of course she looked adorable. I braided her hair keeping one eye on the clock so I would know when to wake up the other two sleeping beauties. She was pretty excited to be starting at a new school. This one is my pistol, and I’m really hoping that the change in schools will help her behave a little better. She’s that kid. You know the one. “There’s nothing you can tell me I don’t already know,” kind. And she has difficulties making friends because she has to be the boss of everything. A result, I think of being the second youngest and never having say at home.
I reminded her that today was a new day, a new school, new kids, and a chance to start a great year. She was all grins. My fingers are crossed for her.
By now I was a little more awake, and the sun was trying to peek through the clouds. Unsuccessfully, but trying at least. I woke up the other two who are starting their first day of “intermediate” school. (5th and 6th grade) Our school system is trying something different this year and rather than having 2 junior highs for 6- 8th grade they took the jr. highs and divided them. 5th and 6th in one building. 7th and 8th in another. Big school, lots of kids. It makes me a little sad to think of them growing up on me.
They woke up a lot easier than I thought they would, and both were dressed and ready to go within 10 minutes. Excited much? Haha. I thought we had everything ready to go, but of course there are always the last minute things. Bashful couldn’t find a belt she wanted to wear and then decided to change her shoes. Then of course her hair wasn’t doing what she wanted. Oh drama!
Big Little Man didn’t care. His shirt was half tucked, half un-tucked. His hair had a rooster thing going on in the back, and he had a little dried drool in the corner of his mouth. Of course I totally Momma Beared him and got him all straightened out, even licking my thumb and wiping the drool away. Gross right? Who does that?! Apparently I do.
The Divas bus sped right by the house and she came in all bewildered so I assured her I’d get her to school. Then Big Little Man went out to wait for his bus and almost climbed onto his sisters’ bus. Bashful must have zipped and un-zipped her backpack five times to check that everything was in order.
It was soooo cute watching them get ready and get on their busses, but a little bittersweet as well.
Of course Bean wanted to go to. Each time the busses pulled up she would proclaim, “I go to school too!” she leaned over the back of the sofa and watched out the window. Every time a bus pulled up she’d squeal, “Bus! Bus!”
She was pretty disappointed that she wasn’t going to school with them. But a banana, her Peter Rabbit, and some Oswald seemed to make her content.
I’m finally sipping some much needed coffee, and enjoying the few moments of quiet. I’m excited to hear how the kids first day went, but I’m also thinking that despite the early departures I’m probably going to enjoy the few hours a day when the house is a little less crazy.
Mmmm. It’s Momma time!At least for a little bit until I have to leave for my ultrasound appointment. I'm def going to enjoy it for a bit!
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