Before I delve into the story of my kids first day of school, I am letting you know that From now on the wonderlings will be referred too as Tweedle-D (My oldest) and Tweedle-E (My youngest). Take note that there isn’t a tweedle dum because my kids aren’t dumb they can speak just fine.
You know that feeling you get when something you have looked forward too is about to happen? Tweedle-E was in knots for the past two nights he couldn’t sleep. He has been asking me for almost a year now, “When do I get to go to school?”, “When is September coming?”, “Will my cousin Thumbelina get to sit next to me?”. Tweedle-D however wasn’t so excited he was more concerned about what was on T.V. when it came to bedtime. Either way I didn’t get much sleep the couple of nights before school.
Morning came and both boys were ready to go , thanks to my excellent organization the night before. So we were sitting out side of the school wondering when the bell was going to ring and when we would get to meet the new teachers. I don’t know what I was thinking (listening for the bell) because that would only make sense. By 8:45am, 5 minutes late for the second bell, we decided to squeeze our way through the teenagers and make our way to the kindergarten room. Wouldn’t you know it, but on the door was a note that said Kindergarten to meet in their classroom, grades 1-4 meet on the tarmac next to the playground, and grades 5 and 6 meet in the gym. Now I ‘m not going to go into great detail about the chaos that ensued in the playground meeting place, you can visit jenthemom and read all about it, but lets just say at least one child got lost and there were some tears.
So that was the first day of school and despite getting lost (Tweedle-D) and having classmates get mad at you (Tweedle-E) Everything went OK, OK enough that they both decided they wanted to go to school the next morning.