|Ginger's shirt & cardie - Old Navy; belt - Walmart; skirt - Gap, last winter; polkie socks - Boden; sneaks - Zappos|
|Hazel's dress - Downeast Basics; sneaks - Zappos|
I hated the second day as much as the first. By that afternoon I'd talked myself into looking into homeschooling. Frankly, it's still not off the table. But my motivation is 99% selfish. And that night at dinner, as if on cue, Hazel spontaneously exclaimed, "I LOVE being back at school!" With Ginger heartily nodding her second.
Don't even think Poppy and I are living the high life, with "just one" kid. I'm still running the same errands I did with three, or two, plus a few I've been putting off. If anything, I am getting more work done around the house...a little more. Last Wednesday I spent 4 hours cleaning, including scrubbing the kitchen floor on my hands and knees, washer-woman style. Not the easiest task with a 2-year-old who wants to "help", but satisfying in its own occasional way. I've been babysitting for a friend, taking other friends with new babies meals and company, folding laundry eternally, catching up on the bills and budget, and a few other little projects that just need to get done. Truth be told, I'd rather have my girls. But I'm trying to use my time well.
I've learned by now you can't get a straight story of "what happened at school today" just by asking. Most of the stories that trickle home are about the drama and games that happen on the playground. Occasionally I get an anecdote from specials. But almost nothing from the homeroom. So the other night, I came out and asked Ginger, "What do you think of Ms. W?" I wanted to know what's going on in her classroom. "Well, she's really nice, but she's fierce with the boys." Good, I like Ms. W. To Hazel, "Tell me about Ms. B." "I really like her because she gives us a writing prompt each day and I love to write them." I like her, too. That'll have to do until Back to School night, and later this month, parent/teacher conferences. In the meantime, I get them going in the morning, pick them up in the afternoon, and try to enjoy the time we have.