Bobby started first grade this morning. How come I have been the one so anxious, anyway? I've had anxiety dreams for over a week. Me forgetting to pack his lunch. Me forgetting he was in school and not picking him up, having the poor kid wait in the office for hours as the secretary tried to track me down. Then last night, me taking the wrong kid to school and realizing at lunch time that Bobby was supposed to start.
Bobby was brave and had no such cases of the jitters. He marched right into class without looking back, a repeat performance of him starting kindergarten last year. He has several good friends in the class, which doesn't hurt.
Another repeat performance: Shane once again stealing the spotlight on his big brother's first day. A huge tantrum while I tried to get everyone dressed and fed this morning. Another meltdown as the parents walked their kids into the classroom and hovered around the desks like vultures to listen to the teacher explain the routine for the day. Did I hear anything? Not really. I was too busy trying to shush Shane while he whined that there were no cars in the classroom like last year. Ya, this isn't kindergarten anymore dude. First grade is serious business.
My anxiety has yet to go down. Will Bobby behave in the cafeteria? Will he listen to the teacher? Did I do enough work with him over the summer so he won't be totally lost in class. I don't know. And I have all day to worry about it....
Shane in his first tantrum of the morning...
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