So, remember a few days ago, when I said that part of me didn’t want to send my kids back to school? Yeah, screw that. These kids need to go to school, and they need to go to school YESTERDAY.
It is Day 70-something of summer vacation and my children are officially sick of each other and of me. I mean, we are still capable of functioning as a unit, but everyone’s fuse is getting pretty short.
The best thing I can say about these last few days before school starts is that at least Jack didn’t come up with any new stims this summer, per usual. You may remember last summer, when Jack started snorting every four seconds and I almost lost my mind. The year before, he developed a habit of burping repeatedly, which was also a bummer.
I was curious to see what he would do this year, but evidently I kept him busy enough that he didn’t have to stim. And, I know—I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works, but if it doesn’t, explain to me why he only overdoes these stims during summer and over winter break.
Regardless, he’s just using kind of a potpourri of past stims in an irregular, non-constant pattern that is far less nerve wracking than one new constant one, and thank God, because that way I don’t have to worry about wanting to murder him. I just have to worry about keeping all three munchkins from murdering each other. I feel like a better mother that way.
And I’m not a bad mother because I want my kids in school ASAP. I mean, I love them dearly and I love spending time with them, but isn’t that what weekends are for?
There are a couple of things that are holding me back from being completely ready for my kids to go to school. The first is that I have a clusterfuck of epic proportions regarding transportation for my three kids. Sam’s new school is either a 20-minute drive or an hour-and-a-half bus ride away from home. And both his school and Jack and Quinn’s school have exactly the same hours.
It’s not the end of the world, but it’s really messing with my schedule. At least I had one year when all three of them took the bus to and from the same school every day. That was nice.
Ah…the good old days.
The other thing that is keeping me from jumping up and down with joy is that I am always a little worried about sending Jack to school. This post I wrote last year for Laura Shumaker pretty much sums up how I feel every single August.
Jack has been doing really well lately (KNOCKONWOOD! KNOCKONWOOD! KNOCKONWOOD!), so I am hopeful that he’ll do well at school this year. But on top of all the regular things I stress out about re: Jack and school (see: above referenced post from last year), Jack will be going into third grade this year. I’m terrified.
I remember last year’s back to school night when I was sitting in the third grade classroom for Sam and I was terrified then and Sam can handle pretty much anything school throws at him. It is extremely possible that I will spend this school year in a state of constant hyperventilation. They’re going to give him real grades, for Christ’s sake. No more checks and smiley faces.
They all get to go in and meet their teachers this Friday, so I’ll be spending tomorrow writing up everything anyone needs to know about Jack as long as it doesn’t take more than one typed page. No problem though. How hard can it possibly be to sum up Jack in one page or less? It’s not like he’s complicated or anything.
I know some of your kids have already gone back to school and some of your kids don’t go back for another week and a half. Good luck to all of you!