The first day of school.
I am not sure who the first day of school is harder for…..the parents or the children.
I had to leave the house before Principessa even got on the bus…..leaving Rocket in charge. Leaving Prinicpessa to head off to the world of first grade and elementary school without me. Though not entirely. I put not just one, but two notes saying “I am proud of you, love Mamma” in her lunch and pencil box to find as a surprise).
I sat in my empty classroom (because no one wants to see the advanced academic resource teacher during the first week of school except for parents), trying to get organized, do administrative paperwork….but really, wondering.What was she doing? Had she called out yet without raising her hand? Had she done any writing or reading yet? Had she made a new friend?
Until of course I got the text from a neighbor that said that the three neighborhood kids (including Principessa) had gotten on the wrong bus. Then I went into overdrive calling the school, calling the transportation office, trying to figure out the who, what, where, why, and how.
And then of course there was the mad dash to get home before the bus. The dash made slower by having parked in the parking lot that was blocked by the school buses at my own school. The mad dash that was more turtle-esque like than a speed demon-y dash.
Then there was the realization that in an attempt to follow ALL the directions, Principessa grabbed the extra folder with all the papers for me to KEEP….and brought it to school. Not only did she bring it to school, but she clearly heard me say, “turn EVERYTHING in to your teacher.” So the PTA calendar, the school lunch menu, the stack of REALLY important information….was at school. Which of course meant….an email to the teacher.
In the end, we all survived. Principessa recounted her day and listed on of the best things about her day as “only getting two or three reminders.”
The best thing about my first day of school? That it was over.
How did your first day go?