Kindergarten, 2nd grade, 5th grade
Perhaps I should be reporting on their first quarter report card rather than document the first day of school, nevertheless, here we are 6 weeks into the school year already.... Backing up to July 26th, it was a bitter sweet Monday, not to mention a blazing 110 degrees. I had run earlier that morning and got what I think now, was heat exhaustion. I cut my 12 mile run in half and headed straight home. Thinking I had hydrated myself enough, it obviously wasn't enough. I was seriously sicker than a dog. I was burning up, my head killing and had the shakes. I was so nauseated that I couldn't even stomach making my kids their promised pancake breakfast. Thankfully, Doug was there to fill in the gaps until he had to leave for work.
The big 8th grader
I snapped a few shots of the kids and had a hard time standing up. However, Weston pleaded that I ride to school with them. Being the nice mom I am, I did. It wasn't easy, but it was his first day at the big school and I really wanted to be there for him.
Luke was so excited that he was back in class with his best buddy Magnus. Jared also scored ALL of his friends (5 to be exact) in his class as well. I was a little concerned for the teacher, but they seem to all be behaving, for now anyway. Weston followed Jared out to the playground and told me he was fine and that I could go home. I normally would have stayed, but my world started to spin and I knew I best be getting home before I couldn't even make it there.
I arrived home, plopped on the couch and within 10 minutes received a phone call from my friend Tiffany. She very calmly replied, I know you are sick, but I have Weston, he is a little upset and wanted to let you know I am walking him to class. My heart sank, I felt awful. Apparently, when the bell rung the kids ran from the playground and Weston lost sight of Jared and panicked. He somehow found his backback (which was in his line), picked it up and decided to walk back towards our house. Thankfully, Heather and Tiffany intercepted him before he got to far and got him to class. It was a rough start to a first day, but his teacher said once she was able to distract him, he did fabulous. Phew!
After the initial trauma was over and I knew he was safe in his classroom, I broke down and cried. Not only did I feel like a horrible mother for not staying at the school, but I missed my little guy. My house was almost too quiet. There was no more clanking of the candy jars, scoulding him to turn off the wii, no noise of rustling candy and gum wrappers, or complaining about being hungry. Just silence. I have since gotten used to the quiet, and I do still miss my little shadow. But, one thing for certain I don't miss is the trash that he used to leave behind. This is no joke what I found behind my couch. You would think I didn't teach Weston where the trash can was or perhaps he was just to lazy to throw it away. At first I was appauled and disgusted, but now I can't help but to laugh at how much he was able to stash and hide. Sneaky indeed! Here is to a great school year!!











