Okay, so this school year? I have four kids going to four different schools. Let's set aside for the moment how much I spent on school supplies. My lord. No, let's just look for a moment at these kids.
Tre here? Is a senior. He keeps telling me this means something important is happening at the end of the year, but lalalalalala I can't hear him, sunrise, sunset, STOP. He is pretty sure the world belongs to him.
Max is starting high school. He's not only starting high school, but he's done with homeschooling. I am a shade bereft about that. I'm going to miss having him around, making his brother insane every day. Also? We both forgot to pack him lunch this morning, so I sent him off to his first day of high school with a gas station burrito. Yeah. I'm pretty much here to make everyone else feel good about themselves.
Speaking of the brother who is driven insane, Raphael went back to his Monday school program today. He's going into seventh grade. That alone is a little bit of a trauma. But it's also his first year of homeschooling without any brothers. We're going to have a lot of freedom to do what's most important to him. I'm really looking forward to it, and a tiny bit terrified. Seventh grade. I'm just saying.
And Sophia here started preschool today. When I dropped her off, she was all wide-eyed wonder. I helped her find her cubby and hang up her backpack. She found her seat and started writing her name on her paper. I said good-bye and started to leave, but paused. She was so distracted, I was afraid she hadn't heard me and would look up in a few minutes and be upset that I was gone.
"Sophia?" I whispered, touching her arm. She looked around at me, startled.
"Why are you still here?" she wanted to know.
So. I think she's going to be okay.
I, however, am a wreck.