Mom and her three girls Day 4

A Husband Free Week –

All the motivational types talk about “kick starting the day”.  I’m pretty sure they don’t mean getting woken up by being kicked super hard in the shin.  That is how the day started.

After that rude wake up things were pretty normal. Rushed around like crazy to get Jules to Chorus.  Yes, chorus is a before school activity. I dropped Mia & Olivia off at school and returned to the house to start my work day.

Shadow continued to be extremely clingy.  I was trying to take a picture showing how he was sitting over my head today & ended up with this….

shadow

The girls all seemed to have a good day at school & we only had one soccer practice so I was hoping for a good night.  Only a couple of incidents, Julia thinking she could argue her way out of doing what I say & Olivia having a sad miss Daddy moment.  Mia was really good & even tried to help Olivia feel better.

The highlight of their day was they got the chance to talk to John.  It was a short call, on speaker phone with all four of us on the way to the field but it was so nice.  We all agreed that we really miss his humor & hugs.

Olivia had practice, Julia & Mia were a bit wound up but for the most part it was in good fun.

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After showers & a soup/salad dinner they are all off to bed.  Only Mia is asleep so far, that girl crashes hard!

I’m not sure if it was the idea of a stressful morning or how loud the girl were when we got home tonight but my anxiety is super high.  I really hate that heart racing, inexplicably stressed feeling.  Hoping that it passes soon or its going to be a very long night.

Thankfully we are now half way through!  John will be home in 3 days & we can’t wait!

Middle School and a first grade…oh and Mia too.

I know a lot of kids started school today and a lot started well before but my three girls started on Thursday September 3rd. This is a big year for my girls, Julia starts middle school and Olivia starts first grade. I know it is a cliché to say things like “6th grade? I can’t believe she is in 6th grade already!” but it is true. You blink and next thing you know you have a 6th grader and your baby is in first grade.

Middle school is a game changer. I know the new things I experienced in 6th grade and shudder to think it was someone’s little girl I experienced them with. Not something I want to spend too much time dwelling on (This sentence was written 45 minutes after the last while I repeatedly slammed my head into the wall until I was unconscious). It makes me think of days receiving notes from girls. Of course I don’t have to worry about my daughter doing any note writing, she will just text.

Olivia has hit the big time. When there is a number before your grade you are officially in school. Don’t get me wrong I appreciate pre-K and K in the development of a child’s education but over half the states don’t even require your child to attend. Granted it is only 1st grade, she isn’t taking Calculus or anything but still it is a milestone.

Mia is in 4th grade and that isn’t really a big deal. Yup, middle child syndrome is a thing and even when starting a new school year she gets overlooked by the oldest and youngest. I don’t mean to downplay it, next year which will be her last year of elementary school will be a bigger deal and I promise to give it its proper attention. Mia of course is already loved by her teacher and continues to display much better behavior in school than at home, but I can say that about all of them.

Another school year is upon us, filled with promise and hopefully for my girl’s great memories. With a 6th graded I’m sure the drama quotient will be WAY up. It is only September and when I was a kid what seemed like a long year will undoubtedly go by too quickly. Hopefully I will blink a little slower this year.

A new school year

Last Thursday my daughter’s went back to school. I know many of you who are reading this will think “wow my kids went back to school weeks ago,” which I have to tell you I have a problem with. When I was a kid we never went back to school before September and honestly if you do it’s Un-American. You should write your congressmen immediately if you do not start school in September and end in June. It is just the way it is and always should be.

But I digress……..

Having my girls go back to school naturally makes me think of those times when I was a kid. My girls are a lot different than I was. While they got excited and couldn’t wait for the new school year I dreaded it. I mean physically dreaded it, I remember starting to get sad in August because I know summer break only had a month or so to go. The week before school started was absolutely the worse, I would stay up late at night because I knew next week I would have to go to bed early.

It wasn’t even that the summer meant vacation and visiting my relatives, I loved all that but I just really, really hated school. Honestly it wasn’t until I went to college that I actually enjoyed going to school and learning. I’m sure a lot of that had to do with the fact in college I could actually choose classes that interested me. This isn’t the type of attitude I would suggest, my hatred of school made me a horrible student which ironically lead to me having to go to summer school after my Freshmen and Sophomore years.

I really envy my girls love of school and wish I had it. Most will think while reading this that at a young age I must have loved school, because most kids do initially and then eventually develop their loathing. But I can honestly and truly say I never, ever liked school. My girls never had to endure the sadness I had to as the summer wound down.

One thing that contributes to the girls looking forward to school is that it gives them a break from each other. To paraphrase my youngest Olivia when during one moment of frustration with her sisters “We are spending too much time together.” During the summer the girls are around each other all day, they don’t have that break from each other that school provides. Siblings will normally wear on each other, during the summer it is even worse and intensified.

There is something still a bit sad about the beginning of the school year. It means my girls are getting old. Julia is in 5th grade, Mia 3rd and Olivia Kindergarten. Sure birthdays mark their age, but them advancing to another grade reminds me that my time with them is really short. There will be a September one day when Julia and Mia will be in college and Olivia will be at the end of her high school years. It seems like even as I get older I still hate the new school year.