Thursday is the day the school board decided would be a good first day back to school here in this Mohave Valley. All the kids were actually excited to go back, since it turns out summer break can be rather boring. School doesnt start until 9 and Big D has to be at work by 8, which leaves me to wrangle 6 kids to school all by my lonesome. It's all good, I'm well practiced! Or at least that's what I thought.
How does the summer break have the ability to wash away the memories of last years lost shoes and back packs and the tearful complaints about how bad school lunch sucks? Needless to say, everyone was late their first day. Our new house is within walking distance, so no buses for us. Which actually translates into me driving them to and from.
N is now a 6th grader! This means 6 different classes, lockers, and changing for gym. Oh yes, it's a scary big new world for him. I could see the worry in his face, but he handled it like a champ.
Off to the elementary school! I walk each kid to their class. First A, with a quick hug and kiss and shes off!
Next was J. I left his teacher a bit apprehensive, with my ADHD and Tourette's syndrome rundown. I apologized for a rough year and wished her luck.
Next in line was Small D. He is now in Kindergarden. YAY! We're EXCITED! As I walk through his class room door, he puts on the breaks, bursts into tears and flops on the floor. He no longer wants to go to school. So I tell his teacher to let me go ahead and take T to her class and we will be back. We drop her off without a hitch and head on back.
I tried to convince him how much fun school would be with all the coloring and reading and singing. Meanwhile his teacher is inside barking orders like a military officer. Could you PLEASE give me a break?
So I hang out for a while, because I know Small D wont just cry if I leave him there. I know Small D will run after me. And I can see that the school staff is completely uninterested in offering up any assistance what so ever. I asked his teacher if she could maybe talk to Small D a bit so he isnt so afraid of her. She introduced herself and walked away. Thanks teacher! That was amazing! <(dripping with sarcasm).
After a little while, the teacher notices that a little boy who appeared to have down syndrome was in her class. So she called the office and summoned a group of about 4 school staff to come "evaluate" the situation. During all this, I'm still trying to convince Small D to go to his class room.
One of the summoned staff noticed my very obviouse delima I was having with a tearful 5 year old. She told me that if I was comfortable with it that I could leave him with her. I respond with, "I'm COMLETELY comfortable leaving him here with you. The problem is that he will not stay. He will chase after me." So in her wonderful wisdome <(not sarcasm) she got down on his level and started to TALK to him. WOW. Finally, somebody gets it! Slowly but surely he starts to relax. And finally he agrees to go with her to the library to find a book about Monster trucks.
I thanked her very sincerely and left.
Meanwhile, Bob the Builder has work and wants me full time, but the sitter decided to just drop off of the face of the earth. Thank you sitter. I SO very badly want to work. I NEED to work! And there's work to be had, but there's no sitter.
Fear not, as we have 2, yes, TWO whole interviews Saturday. I just may be able to start working Monday! WOOT! Wish us luck!
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