Yesterday I let the kids leave half-eaten plates of supper on the table so we could hurry up, already, and not be late for the ice cream! Because the ice cream at school on the eve of the first day of school is a very important event, yes it is.
We scrambled. We flew through three different classrooms, signing party papers and counting desks (silently praying that we didn’t lose too many students over the summer, because that’s what you do in a tiny town when every.single.student. keeps that school open), delivering bulky supplies, keeping the baby from eating rogue pencil tops, and gathering homework.
Yes, homework on the night before school starts. No worries! It’s a fun page, and besides, we lost it before we got home, anyway, I kid you not. I’m the mom of the child who needed replacement homework before school ever started.
We made it to the social before they ran out of ice cream, and then scuttled home to pack backpacks, set out first day attire, and take showers. All of them, even the one declaring, “Mom! I just took a shower the other day!”
And they’re off! One of my dear children decided earlier this week that I must be so sad that they have to go back to school, because now “You have to do all the work, Mom.”
With these two? One carting a wet muffin out of the bathroom just this morning? (I know! Ewwwww!)
I’d say that child is just about right.
Bring on the work! Bring on the challenges! Bring on the friends! Have a great school year, everyone!