The tall kid is officially deposited at the Middle School, also known as Heroin, Knives and Bullies R Us.
I’m okay with it. Really. So my baby has to spend seven hours a day, five days a week in that cesspool. Okay. I didn’t spend all of yesterday on the brink of tears. I didn’t drop him off this morning and then go make squeaky, sobbing noises into the Dunkin Donuts drive-thru speaker. (Tangent—WTF is “thru”? You drive through the parking lot without going in. Drive-through.)
He’s embarking on the hardest, scariest, most confusing years of his life and there’s not. One. Damn. Thing. I can do about it. I’m okay with that, really I am.
I’m not okay. I need chocolate and salt. Hershey’s Kisses with a Pringle chaser.
EDIT: Two hours later:
I just hugged my little sister goodbye. She’s leaving for college in Florida this afternoon and we won’t see her til Christmas break.
I already ate the short kid’s chocolate donut. I need more.
My boys start tomorrow.
you could homeschool.:lmao::lmao::lmao::rant::whip:
whoops, I gave you one kid too many in the portrait of homeschooling parents and kids. Okay, so that would be my family then.
well fine. since it only posted the coffee cup portion.
what I REALLY said was…
the coffee is laced with Valium
honest…he’ll be fine. Despite your fears, he will survive and thrive. Now buck it up, Mom. :whip:
When he’s Prom King his senior year of high school you’ll look back on this and laugh at how you worried for nothing. :woot:
Awww poor Shan. Look on the bright side. Think of the peace and quiet and serenity.
Donuts make everything better. :nod:
Shannon, just think, you could be sending both of your babies into a cesspool of hell. The big boy is going into High School which makes me feel so old. I’ve watched the heathen insane clown posse people that attend his school skate board by. :baby:
With Kay, this is such a social thing. Going into middle school and being seperated from her safe little clique of fifth grade girls is traumatic for her. We’re dealing with the what if? What if Susie still thinks I’m a baby because she has boobs and her period and I don’t. :hide: Who said I want her to get boobs and a period?
Must. Get. Chocolate.
I think Shannon realizes this is ALL HER and her son is fine. In fact, I suspect half her need for Hershey’s kisses and Pringles is the realization that he’ll come home psyched after his day of grown-up school, and her jangled nerves will be meaningless.:nod:
Shan — go read my blog.
He’ll be fine, you’ll be fine, all God’s chillens be fine. Promise.
Of course, it’s been three weeks since they started school here, so I can say this.
Well, the school nurse didn’t call until 11:30. :lmao:
Apparently he was eating a gummi and lost a tooth. The nurse was convinced his new tooth pushed it out, he was convinced it was broken. The nurse won and he was shuffled back to class. He also managed to get a rather nasty paper cut.
But he had a good day, and I can breathe again…for now.
((((Shannon)))) They may be tough years, but they’re the making of all of us. I’m sure and certain Tall Kid will continue to go from good thing to good thing – how could he not with parents like you guys?
BTW, I hadn’t seen your cover yet. WOW. Freaking fantastic.
Shannon – I totally relate – my oldest went off to middle school this year as well. We had the option to keep him in elem. for 6th and grabbed it, so he’s going off to middle school in 7th grade, full of attitude and confidence.
Did you get the same speech at orientation that we did? “Now’s the time to tighten the screws.” “Yes, we have drugs on campus, so don’t let your kids have too much privacy.” :wtf: :cursin::censor:
My little :angel::baby: would never do anything like that, right? :hide: