The first day of one day a week school was:
Mama staying up until 1 AM to finish labling things and making new pencil bags, because boys need handmade Mama love at school, even if it is only one day a week.
I made the mistake of letting them pick out their own fabric – skulls, bats and flames. Nothing like references to hell for elementary kiddos, huh?
I’d show you a picture, but it was dark when I finished, and they haven’t left my kids hands since the crack of dawn.
Anyhow, the rest of the day went like this –
Tears from a reluctant kindergartner.
The 2 year old wanting his lunch packed too.
A know-it-all first grader telling his nervous brother, “it’s NO BIG DEAL, jeesh!”
Frantic lunch box filling, check writing, supply list re-checking, clock-watching, “For the love of ducks GET DRESSED!”-ing, and wondering how on earth people do this everyday.
Obligatory pictures in the front yard.
An incredibly perky kindergarten teacher.
A brave face, with “please don’t leave me here” eyes that betrayed him.
A very quiet car after the drop off.
Ryder saying, a million times, “It’s just you and me Mama!”
A romp in the toy store with only two hands grabbing.
A Whole Foods Cafe date with my youngest fella. Mmmm Cranberry Orange Scones and Izze!
The fabric store, with only one boy in the basket, none circling round it.
A quiet lunch, and then “Can we go get the brothers NOW?” a million times.
It seemed like forever to me too.
An unbearably long carpool line. Next time I’m bringing the crochet. (Thanks for the idea, Erin)
A happy, smiling kindergartner (thank goodness), covered in paint.
A far less perky looking teacher after a long day. Bless her.
Stories hurdled at me all at once, all the way home.
Their assessment of the day:
What was your favorite part Luke? “I liked it all, but the best part was coming home.” (Give that boy a cookie!)
What about you James? “I think all of it was the best, but do you know that at school you have to wear shoes ALL DAY? My feet were so hot and sweaty!” 🙂
Well, there’s a side effect of homeschooling that I hadn’t banked on, an inability to handle footwear for long periods.
Ryder are you glad to have your brothers home? “Poop!”
This was met with peals of laughter from his brothers and a grin from him that told me “Yes, yes indeed, it is good to have an appreciative audience back!”
We’re sleeping in tomorrow.