We’re half an hour into the new school year and already had our first mishap. I forgot Rose’s school had a “common day” where all the kids go on the later schedule, so I had to go pick Rose up after Dean had dropped her at school. I’ll have to take her back in half an hour. (We weren’t the only ones to forget; there were several other kids waiting to be picked up.)
This year Ike’s at the junior high, Mabel’s at a magnet program at a different elementary school (beyond walking distance), Rose is at our neighborhood school, and Henry will be in half-day kindergarten starting next week, so my four school kids are at three different schools, on four different schedules. We had three different back-t0-school nights. (We skipped one and will have to miss another.) We had two different reading assessment days, times, and locations, and will have Henry’s pre-kindergarten assessment this week. It felt like we spent the better part of our last week of summer at school. I’m not a fan of common days and “mimimal days” (days when school gets out about a half hour earlier, four times per school year) anyway, but with four schoolkids, I start to feel like the schools contrive to make my family’s schedule as complicated as possible.
Oh-do I not sound excited and grateful for school to be starting? I will say this: all my kids have wonderful teachers this year, they are going to love seeing their school friends every day, and I’m sure they’ll have lots of great learning experiences. (Better?)
Update: When I took Rose back over to school, the teachers were lined up by the entrance to the school waving pompoms to cheer the kids. I might have been unsentimental about school starting up until then, but that got me.