First day of school

First Days of school are always interesting. Last year when Matthew had his first day of school I got a little teary just thinking that in a year he would be going to full-day kindergarten. This year (with both Matthew and Andrew going), I was too busy to even think twice about it. Don't get me wrong- I have been thinking about what a big step this is for a while. Andrew's first time away from home and Matthew is officially at that point where he is gone more hours than he is home. It does make me sad, but Matthew is so ready and happy to go that I'm not nearly as sad as I thought I would be.

Tues we all went with Andrew to his orientation. He seemed to really like it (not to mention that everyday we dropped off Matthew last year, Andrew begged to go to school also)- so I was a little surprised when I tried to drop him off Wed by himself and he CRIED and CRIED. I didn't even get a chance to be sad with him or to really help him feel better because I had to take Matthew to school next (He has to be a school 15 min after Drew). It didn't help that they haven't really switched back to OH time, so it was kinda like going to school at 5:30am. I was able to calm him down enough to detangle myself and pray for the best as I sprinted back to the car. We took Matthew next (by we, I mean Owen and myself). He walked right in like he owned the place- found his cubby and hook and got situated. If I even thought about getting emotional I stopped when the parents were whisked to the library for a meeting with the staff. We sat and listened for over an hour to things like "please send your child to school in a coat in the winter" and "please come in and try to kindly resolve any concerns you have- don't believe everything your child says about school- we don't believe everything they say about you" And when I say listen for over an hour, I really mean chase Owen around the library, putting books back on shelves, catching books he has thrown, and picking up the crayons he dumped 20 times. Finally we are dismissed to go say good bye to our children. As I chased Owen back to the class (and around the building)- I thought it would be sad to say goodbye to Matthew, but the kids weren't even in the class. They were already playing on the playground. After a few minutes of trying to catch Matthew outside on the playground, while herding Owen in my general direction, I finally snagged him, gave him a big hug and kiss than ran home because I was already late to get someone's dog we are watching while they go out of town.

Pick ups were pretty uneventful after that. Drew was done at 11:30 and had a fantastic time, but didn't really want to talk about too much fun stuff. Matthew we picked up at 3pm and also had a fantastic day.

Drew didn't cry at all his second day, so it looks like we are already getting into schedule. All this anticipation for all the sadness I would feel and all I can think about right now is- how many years till Owen gets to go?