Yucky School

Our school district insists on starting school when it's still summer.

It's egregious.

I hate it.

Can you believe that not one person in power asked for my opinion about it? Not one!

Preposterous.

The calendar turned the page to August and there we were - roaming the crowded halls of Sissy's new school for Back to School Night.  

Back to School Night.  Psssh.

We wandered around in a daze. Sissy met her teachers and was filled to the brim with excitement and fear.  

I was filled to the brim with sweat.  It was hot and I had Baby on my chest in her carrier.  

And then...a mere 4 days later...

The first day of 6th grade!

I wanted to cry.  I wanted to vomit.  I wanted to run into the woods screaming, "No...you can't take my baby!"

Instead I snapped photos. She was set with her fancy new supplies loaded into her Loki backpack. I dropped Sissy off for her first day of middle school and then ran 6.2 miles with Baby so I wouldn't cry.  It didn't work.  I cried alright.  But for a different reason.  Who runs 6.2 miles on purpose? Morons.  That's who. (My sister made me do it.)

After school I greeted Sissy with balloons and candy.  She was tired and overwhelmed by her first day.

So we ate steak and mashed potatoes to soothe our souls.

Starting middle school is a big transition.  Her school is ginormous and there's a lot to learn about routines and expectations.  It feels huge. But it's life.

Sissy will do great.  I just know it.

Happy first day of middle school!