First day of school photos. Their schools start at 7:50 and 9:15, so they're not really getting up at the same time. Gameboy ate a bowl of cereal standing in the middle of the kitchen; seemed so college-like. Princess' photo is a fake because I forgot to take it before school. This was after she came home that day. Pretty lame of me, forgetting to take her picture in the morning.
I am too tired to write this! School is exhausting me. It starts too early and cuts into the middle of our afternoon at the end of the school day. It's messing up Turtle's naps and sleep in general.
The kids are having fun, though. Princess noticed that a lot of the students "will push people and throw little pieces of paper and stuff, and when the teacher tells them to stop it, they try to act like they weren't doing anything."
After Princess achieved the teacher's "Master Speller" level on her first day, the teacher had her sign a document promising not to brag about it to other students. What a genius move! If you want to make an award seem really, really special, just make the kid promise not to brag. So funny.
Gameboy stepped into the middle of a group project for Social Studies. The kids have to make their own board games. This is perfect for him; he's been making his own games since he was 3. Three boys in the class told him they're his new best friend, "you just don't know it yet." His science class shares books and can't bring them home because there aren't enough to go around. My first reaction was, "We'll buy you a book." Because, you know, that's what I'm used to doing. Then I thought he probably wouldn't want to be the only kid with his own science book that his mom got him. (Priorities slipping ... can't ... hold ... on ... much ... longer ...!)
We're still deciding what to do about school bus rides. Each school is about five minutes from our house, but the bus ride is 45 minutes. Walking to the bus stop would take the kids on a dangerous trek on a narrow, curvy, icy road lined with tall snowbanks. I could drive them to the end of the street, but it I've gone that far, I might as well just drive them to school.
I feel like a pet dog, waiting for the kids to get home. It's going to take me awhile to settle into this new schedule. So far, this seems way harder on me than homeschooling.