Today was the first day of school, and we did not have an auspicious beginning. I'm not so sure I was ready to let summer go...
Our last real day of summer was spent at the beach. The girls swam and swam, built sandcastles, and ran with Puccini. Joel swam a bit and relaxed, and I read the entire time while simultaneously getting sunburned. It was pretty glorious.
Puccini swam, too, but she's still not fond of it. Mostly she just goes in because she's worried about us. She freaked out the one time I got into the water. Funny. She also lost her collar on one of those swims, so if you're ever on Lake Superior and you see a pink dog collar washed ashore with her name tag on it, you'll know why.
Anyway, this morning was not very relaxing in comparison with the beach! And we didn't get off to a very good start since I managed to turn off my alarm and nobody's quite used to waking up at 6:00 am yet. I blame the Maestro, who was at his office last night until well past 1:00, and I had a hard time falling asleep because he wasn't here.
So we were a little rushed, but we managed to get out of the house in time. (Also, we're not used to the first day being a full day! It's usually a half, beginning at noon.) But, thanks to the hurry, these are pretty much the worst first day of school pictures I have ever taken! Maybe I'll do some second day of school pictures tomorrow to make up for it. But, I probably won't.
Sophia, my first-grader. Even though she has no idea who Cyndi Lauper is, she was obviously inspired by her when she chose her outfit for today. Who knew the eighties would make such a comeback, and among the six-year-old set to boot! She was only a little happy about going to school...she was very concerned about how long the full day would be, having only done half-day in Kindergarten.
Chloe's in 4th grade now! What? And she loves loves loves school with all her heart. She was a little nervous for today, because none of her best friends were in her class, but this is Chloe. She'll make 20 new best friends by the end of the week, I'm pretty sure.
And, finally, Bria. SEVENTH grade. How can she possibly be in seventh grade? I remember seventh grade like it was yesterday, even though it was back when Cyndi Lauper was dressing like Sophia and singing about girls just wanting to have fun. I even remember what I wore on the first day of seventh grade, and believe me, I was nowhere near as adorable as Bria is.
I celebrated my first day as a mother whose entire brood was in school all day by having two work-related meetings. At least one of them was in a restaurant! I also managed to fold some laundry. Go me!
All went well today: Bria managed to find all of her classrooms (that was her main worry), Chloe found a friend in her class, and Sophia didn't even notice that 7 hours had gone by, though she did come home so incredibly exhausted that she had a total meltdown about having to do her chores. It was so bad that she decided she was going to live in her room for the rest of her life and never come out. But then she did come out, sobbing, and yelled at me because if she stayed in her room forever, she wouldn't eat!, and then she would die! and of course I wanted her to die! because I was the one making her either stay in her room or do her chores.
No worries. Daddy came home and reasoned with her, and she happily did her chores and has been an angel ever since. Sometimes I'm not the right person to reason with a crazy first-grader, I guess. She had to miss soccer because of this, but I think that it was probably best. She needed to rest (though I am not sure flailing on one's bed for an hour is exactly resting).
I am exhausted and off to bed myself. That 6:00 alarm is going to come awfully early...