Up at 7am, dressed and not interested in breakfast at 7:06am
Dad was not awake and dressed at 7:06 am. Dad already went to school once.
But he got his act together and after some coffee he packed her a snack and tried to get her to eat something - a granola bar is better than nothing so we went with that.
The bus was not going to show up until 8:13 yet she was outside nervously pacing and singing and dancing a good half an hour before it came.
Then we remembered the back to school sign!
I had completely forgotten about it but then I remembered our trip to the dollar store ended up being $30 because of course we found other stuff to put in our cart so yeah, here’s what 30 bucks and an afternoon in late august gets you. A very expensive back to school sign:
At the end of the day, the bus was late. Almost a half an hour late. I am pretty sure our bus driver is new as well so everybody was learning as they went today. But she got home safely and told me that the school was hot.
Her back back was filled with back to school papers and forms and also she has a homework book. HOMEWORK. Dad is not ready for homework. Homework is hard and hard is upset and tears or outright refusal and none of these are things Dad is looking forward to.
Gone are the carefree days of first grade where she would come home with finger painting. Her assignment today was read for 20 minutes, listen to music for 10 and then drink water.
The last one seemed an odd choice, but hey - we’re just following directions here. She only did about 10 minutes of reading and I am pretty sure she may have dozed off for a second.
I told her it’s best to get the homework out of the way right away - a quick snack when you get home and then homework. After it’s done you can go out and play.
And play she did. I have no freaking idea where these kids were all summer but tonight the were all at the park with the new playground set so maybe word got out at school, but they were all there tonight and she stayed out for a good hour so as one can imagine the bedtime routine was pretty agreeable from her tonight as she was at the begging for mercy stage by the time she hit the sheets. If only every bedtime was this easy.
Tomorrow she gets to go to school again and I think it’s ART day there and if there’s one person in this household who loves art - it’s her.
No meltdowns, no clinging to legs, no screaming. Just happily getting on the bus and other than being tired after a full first day - so far Grade 2 is a win.
Until Next Time,
TH and Co.