If you heard the sound of squealing tires this morning, that was me, peeling out of the middle school driveway after dropping the third kid at school. Yes, my kids are all back in school as of this morning, and although the skies are overcast and foggy, there’s a song in my heart. Look, I love my kids, I love spending time with them, I love having them home for summer, and yet.
I don’t even need to finish that sentence, now, do I?
So, we started off this morning at 5am, with bacon. We packed lunches and made sure everyone had their gym clothes and an extra pencil and whatever, who knows what these kids need? Paper, I think? Padlocks? Something like that.
Then I trooped them out front to The Picture Tree, where I made them pose. I got one good shot of all three kids:
And fifty more that look something like this:
By the time we got everyone into the van, and on the road for our 15 minute drive to the High School, I actually looked at the clock. 7:20. School starts at 7:35. Hoo boy. Now, I hadn’t exactly planned to park the van and walk my oldest into her first day of 9th grade, but I HAD hoped to give her some time to, I don’t know, find her locker and get to her first class without rushing. As it was, I pulled up at 7:31, popped the door locks, and all but hit the ejector switch while gesturing vaguely at the main building and saying “oh, your first class is in there second story have fun woo woo big high school girl hurry go go go.” She leaped out of the van, and crossed in front of the van. As she cleared the front of the vehicle and appeared alongside my door, I made shooing motions and gave her a big smile and thumbs up, while her two siblings made monkey noises in the back. She looked at me with a bit of panic in her eyes and a strained smile, and then walked away quickly.
That’s not how I planned to drop her off the first day, but I think we did a great job preparing her for her first day of high school. No words of wisdom, no loving encouragement, just an opportunity to exit the vehicle at almost a full stop to the accompaniment of monkey noises and a thumbs up.
Then, it was off to the elementary school, where we pushed out the youngest primate, and then on to the middle school, where my kid didn’t even wait for me to say “bye” because he spotted friends and was out of the car like a shot. Normally, school drop off involves spontaneous dancing with other moms, but I didn’t actually see any other moms. I couldn’t let the school year start without some sort of end-zone celebration. So yeah, I burned a little rubber on my way out of the parking lot, and headed home to a quiet house and a full workday. I found my coffee cup, left mostly untouched, and discarded it for a fresh, hot cup.
Here we go.