Freak Out
In a couple hours we go to the school to iron out the 504 and then stand before the teacher, the principal, the guidance counselor, the gym teach, the art teacher, the janitor, the mailman and possibly the Newark Boys Choir to teach Charlie 101.
From the amount of instruction we've printed out for the staff, you'd think Charlie was going away to a boarding school in Antarctica with no communication allowed between us and the school. In reality, he's going for only 2 1/2 hours each day to a school I can see from my bedroom window.
Still, it's freak out time! School starts tomorrow.
posted by Carey @ 5:20 AM
6 comments
6 Comments:
Once you get through this initial meeting, you'll be fine. It's the "unknown" that causes the angst.
Shannon's right. Even though Riley's sugars were less than cooperative that first week of school, the anticipation of it all was worse than the actual event.
I cried for two days before he went to school, but once I got him there, I haven't shed one tear.
And, I'm jealous that Charlie is only there for 2 1/2 hours. Riley is at school for 7 hours and 15 minutes. (Wow, it just hit me how long he's in someone else's care.)But, he's been just fine.
I have one week under my belt and I just wanted to let you know that everything really will be OK.
I'll be thinking about you guys tomorrow. I look forward to hearing how Charlie's first day went. Is Charlie looking forward to it at least?
Thanks Shannon. That's exactly it.
Thanks Penny. Whoa! Didn't realize Riley was there for 7 hours! That's a very long time. Glad he's doing well.
Charlie can't wait. He's been counting down the days for the last week. It's usually the first thing he says when he wakes up. "Tomorrow is school" he said this morning with a huge smile.
Carey,
It makes it so much easier when they are excited about going. I can't imagine how much tougher it would have been to leave Riley at school if he didn't want to stay. Instead, he was pratically pushing me out the door.
I've been doing this for ten years and this was the first year that I didn't print off reams of information, at O's request. "Oh for heaven's sake, mum, I'll just tell the teachers myself." Eye roll. Being the parent of an almost-13 year-old is SO much fun sometimes.
I'm printing stuff off anyway, and bringing it to the school myself. When she can't see me. I used to sneak around on my mother, now I'm sneaking around on my kid. Only this time it doesn't involve beer and boys. Dammit.
Soooo....how'd the first day go?
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