This is the school year I have been waiting for my whole life, or at least the parenting portion of it: All three children riding the same bus, attending the same school, and being there ALL THE LIVELONG DAMN DAY.
And thanks to our child-spacing math, this is the only school year where that will ever happen.
So far it's been gloriously easy, but also supremely weird.
I'm so used to juggling multiple schedules and exits and drop-offs that having them all walk out the door at the same time and being DONE, JUST LIKE THAT, almost feels like a trick. After they board the bus I reflexively glance around the bus stop to collect a younger child only to realize I'm about to corral someone else's toddler. By noon I'm still jolting myself with a GO PICK UP A PRESCHOOLER muscle memory. Eating lunch by myself and not making one for someone else kicks me in the emotions a little bit.
(Although that might just be the dog and cats underfoot and nipping at my ankles every time I walk into the kitchen because YOU CAN FEED US ANYTIME, ALL THE TIME.)
I've met them at the bus stop every day so far, technically because Ike's just a kindergartner and can't be trusted get off the bus and walk the length of three measly houses back to ours, but it's really because when 4:30 rolls around I am completely out of things to do with myself so I might as well stand out on the corner and stare down the street for awhile, while proudly showing the neighborhood that yes, I DID take a shower today and put on real clothing, howz about that?
On the other hand, work has been the easiest and most productive it's been in ages. No constant interruptions,no MOM'S WORKING STOP IT GO AWAY meanness, no mid-day breaks for preschool/camp pick-up (that YOU KNOW I would use as a procrastination excuse, like I COULD start on another writing task now but I'll just have to stop midway through and that'll fuck up my flow so let's just dick around on the Internet instead). Just...peace and quiet, for seven and a half straight hours. It's actually a bit...much, to be honest.
(Glances at school calendar, sees approximately fourteen billion days off in the near future, tells self to shut up.)
Ike seems much more confident each day as he heads out, and then completely wiped out (and weirdly sweaty?) by the time he gets off the bus in the afternoon. He says kindergarten is "good," his teacher is "nice," and he has "fun, but not THAT much fun." His school-provided backpack label still says Isaac but he says that's "fine." Overall not a glowing review of the much-hyped kindergarten experience, but he's happy to go each morning at least. Today he stopped to pick a dandelion and put in his backpack for his teacher, who I'm sure will be thrilled.
Ezra loves school, as usual, and was thrilled to be placed in a class with two of his best friends from last year. Although his girlfriend is in another class and he sees her at recess, but the romance seems to have cooled. He's also coming home with some new slang and a bit of newfound sassy backtalk, which I have very mixed feelings about. No, child, YOU take a chill pill. I'm fine.
Noah doesn't say much about school yet, as the second he's home his brain flips to MINECRAFT MINECRAFT MINECRAFT and that's all he's capable of talking about.
How was school? Do you like your teacher?
Fine, yes, by the way, Mom, can you EVEN BELIEVE that with the power of Command Blocks you can craft amazing things like <INSERT ADULTS FROM CHARLIE BROWN NOISES>.
So that's where things stand on Day Three Of School, Glorious School. At some point I shall put all my free time to good use around here, hopefully getting around to belatedly commemorating our One Year Yellow House Anniversary, and tell you a story from our beach trip where I learned I am allergic to shellfish, you'll never guess how, no, you'll never fucking guess how.