It’s August 10th today.
It’s also the first day of school. (which really means it’s the first REAL day of work for me)
Sure, they may *look* all peachy keen and nifty and groovy here all decked out in their (way-too-big) Gap uniforms, but the past two days have been a mix of nervesslashexcitementslashIdon’tknowanyone.
Emily even went as far as telling us she’d rather spend the day today at my grandmother’s nursing home than go to school, which, if you’ve ever met Martha the toothless wanderer, you know that wasn’t an easy decision for her.
hmph.
and Josh said he’d rather go out and get a job than go to school.
Hmph.
But, at the end of the day. WE TALKED. And we talked about how much they liked the teachers that they met. And we talked about how much they liked the few kids they met at the open house. And we talked about the hot lunches and the outdoor classroom and the smartboards and all the computers and the awesome playgrounds and the fact that I get to walk them and pick them up every.single.day.
and they both went to school with smiles on their faces and springs in their steps.
And I went to Dunkin’ Donuts* and Old Navy with a smile on my face and an extra spring in my step knowing that they are going to have a GREAT first day.
and so am I.
but I kind of already want to pick them up.
*that is, of course, until the lady at Dunkin Donuts got the husband’s flatbread order wrong (ice cold. barf) and when he went back in to complain, she took her hands off of the garbage she was just emptying to make him a new one. It wasn’t until the husband said, “um, excuse me! You didn’t wash your hands!” that another employee raced over, apologized profusely, and made him another sandwich, which, obviously, he didn’t eat because, um, hello, VOMITROCIOUS. I didn’t think I would say this, but my gosh I miss Tim Horton’s…
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