School started yesterday! This means I can listen to music at the volume of my choice without my 85 year old children telling me to turn it down all the time. At least during the hours they are otherwise engaged.
This year especially feels like some sort of strange time warp is going on, because wasn't Maddie just in Mrs. Dixon's third grade class? I swear she was. But now Baby Bee is in third grade, attending her fourth elementary school, and feeling SUPER EXCITED about the ginormous playground it boasts.
The entire 5th grade is out in portable classrooms because of overcrowding, and I was terribly afraid this would be a Gracie Deal Breaker when she discovered it, near tears—much like socks with bad seams or people who tap on chair legs near her personal space, portable classrooms fit firmly in the category of "fine for other people, not for me." But then she met her teacher who had painted and decorated and promised so much fun she decided it would be alright after all. WHEW. CRISIS AVERTED.
Maddie was less than excited for school to start: it's hard enough to start one new middle school let alone three, plus she's stuck in an endless cycle of living in states that require physical science no matter what grade she's in. Her other classes will hopefully make up for it, though. She has a spiffy new Land's End backpack, as her trusty old Land's End backpack had to be retired after four years of valiant service.
Matt and I put thousands of miles on the cars last year driving to and from their schools multiple times a day—that won't be necessary this year. Hallelujah! Here's to a good school year.