Man, the language police are out in full force these days!
If you know anything about serious migraines, please go visit Jazz. 10 days is too long.
Go Beth! If that’s fat, then 95% of the earth’s population is obese. Britney is truly a trainwreck, but it’s sad not funny.
MISS DOXIE IS BACK Praise Jeebus!
And yeah, a couple of days I told you about my new blog, and I know you all went to check it out. On the off chance there was nothing there that floated your boat (heresy!) go check out all the other awesome blogs in the eMoms Network. You’re sure to find something you like. After you read my blog. Seriously.
After a morning of nearly dropping my son off in the wrong kindergarten class and almost handing in an enormous pile of Very Important Forms to Completely the Wrong Person, Mike got to have his first day of kindergarten.
Do you remember how he was on the wait list for our local public school? That really pissed me off all summer, but finally on August 9th we heard that he got in. The next question was who would his teacher be, but I wasn’t particularly concerned about that since I didn’t know any of the teachers in the first place. It was actually really great to be able to just let that question go!
Last week he got his teacher assignment, but it meant nothing to me except reinforcing the fact that he was really going to be able to start kindergarten at our local school.
But then last week I was waiting in line at the school to turn in yet more forms and ran into some folks who live around here, but who I only know online. And of course, leave it to me to meet them by making a smartass remark to a stranger! That’s how I finally met Jill Asher and Pamela Hornik in person. Yes, they are as nice in person as they appear online, and I love it when things work out like that.
They asked which class Mike was going to be in, and when I told them they both said such great things about his new teacher! In fact, anyone who heard who his teacher was going to be just went on and on about how great she was and how she is the teacher everyone hopes their child gets.
And I was relieved. I had been so worried. Mike is a tricky kid and he needs someone who is prepared for that. Someone who isn’t going to look at him like he’s trouble, but instead will have already met several other kids just like him. Someone who already has relevant strategies in her bag of tricks. Someone just like his new teacher.
What I didn’t know what just how much I had been worried about who his teacher would be, because on the way home I just started to cry. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted from me and I could finally relax and just let the school year start.
This morning Mike was excited and a little nervous, but he marched through the door and didn’t even look back. I predict that he has a great time. He’s ready and he deserves it.