Were back at it. The school year has begun and we’ve got a third grader and two pre-kindergarteners here in the Bird house.
They are all at a new school this year. A school that we landed on after much debate, thought, comparisons and prayer, yet we were still left wondering if we were making the right decision. Two days in, I think it’s a school we are all going to love.
Stressing over the potential anxiety of starting a new routine in a new place, I was determined to make the transition smooth. I spent Sunday cleaning and organizing every inch of the boy’s rooms. I removed every single thing from every drawer, emptied the closets, organized books and toys and made sure everything in their rooms had its place. Because you know, you’re bound to have a good first day at school if you have all of the same size books on the same shelf in your closet at home. Don’t mind the crazy lady digging out trash from under the bed at home when the lunches they need to eat AT school still are not made. I was on a mission and was sure if we had perfect bedrooms all would go well.
Feeling accomplished with clean rooms we started our bedtime routine. Baths, new jammies, brushing and flossing of teeth, stories and bedtime snuggles under clean sheets all on the agenda. Except during the middle of bathtime I remembered that I should probably iron their clothes for the next day. Wiping walls with clorox wipes turned out not to be such a good priority over clean and ironed clothes for the first day of school.
Ironing away, I sent the boys to brush their teeth on their own (never a good idea). The teeth brushing soon became a wrestling match because one boy’s clean pajamas got soaked by another spitting water aimlessly. The third was almost in tears because he didn’t want to read on the last night of summer. With one child stomping off and pouting and the other two crying and yelling because someone finally got hurt, my intentions of a calm, perfectly orchestrated night in preparation for a perfect morning on the first day of school went out the window along with my patience. It turned into my own stomping down the hall accompanied by some screaming and ended in me sending everyone to bed.
I stared at Ken with a look of defeat. “This is not how I wanted tonight to go,” I said. Although I thought I had accomplished so much that day, the one thing I was striving for didn’t happen. No smooth transition here… at least not with a yelling, angry mommy. I turned the ironing over to Ken and one by one got my cuddle time in with each boy assuring them that the first day would be great. In reality I was assuring myself more than them.
The next morning wasn’t all that smooth either. I slept late, Ricky’s new shoes hurt his feet, the lunches were not made when we needed to be heading out the door and there was no time for the annual “Pre First Day of School” pictures. But we made it. We made it to school on time, with clean ironed clothes, healthy lunches in hand and surprisingly calm and confident attitudes. However, it wasn’t until I picked my boys up yesterday afternoon, that I knew the transition was just fine. They all greeted me with big smiles like they had been at this school forever. Note to self: Although nice, it had nothing to do with clean and organized bedrooms and everything to do with my amazing, strong, flexible little men.
We’ll love it here, I just have a feeling.
Hopefully the laughs from our first annual “Post First Day of School” pictures continue all year long.