Lion and Magic Boy

Okay. The school thing. Today being the first day and all I’m still sort of consumed by it, but frankly, I am so done talking about it. So. Done.

The whole switching from Waldorf school to public school thing. So. Done. It’s a done deal, I feel good about it, it was my idea to let go of the Waldorf thing since I was tired of fighting The Ex about it, all of that. So. Done. And people keep saying, “You made the right decision, it’ll be fine, they’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

Okay! Not worrying! Not beyond the usual amount anyway!

I failed to wake at the urging of this morning’s alarm. It could have had something to do with the fact that I got maybe 4 hours sleep, what do you think? But that’s bordering on normal, so I have no idea what happened. But the sound of Eric’s feet padding about on carpet woke me. Which, if the alarm didn’t wake me, bare feet on carpet did?

So we had 30 minutes to make and eat breakfast, unload the dishwasher, and make lunches. Yay!

And then we drove the 6 minutes to Nathaniel’s school, waving at the neighborhood kids who registered in time to get a bus card and with it a spot on the bus as we pulled away, and I dropped him off in front of his school. I haven’t heard back from them so I’ll assume he’s still there.

Then we had an hour before Serena had to be at school so we came home and made coffee since it had to be sacrificed in the morning rush.

And at Serena’s school there were lots of parents accompanying kids so we weren’t alone in that. First and second graders were ushered into the gym where we found that Serena’s name didn’t even appear on a class list anywhere. Hmm. But we did know her teacher’s name. I had been stressing a little about her teacher, still an unknown quantity of course especially compared to the intimacy of knowing the teachers at the Waldorf schools, and if you had to guess, what kind of a person would a Mrs. Mahaney be?

See? I couldn’t tell either.

But Serena was bade to sit in a line with the 8 other kids from her class who had shown up at that point, and the youngish smiling woman moving along the line asking kids their names and how they liked to be addressed must have been her teacher. Who I liked.

So they’re off.

And I’m not worrying. Nope.

Really!