I am making lunches for all of the kids tomorrow because I am not sure about the PaySchools account, and two of my children are now vegetarians because of a PBS video I showed them a few weeks ago called "Chicago, City of the Century." I'll write about that later this week, because we have all month, right?
The other thing the prinicpal said today? "Communicate with your kids, because if you don't ask questions before they go out with their friends, the next questions you'll be asking are, 'Did anyone get hurt? What charges were filed? When is she due?'" Oh Dear God. Buying longer shorts tomorrow. Secretly implanting daughters with Norplant, and son, if doctor will agree to it.
We had a special dinner tonight and toasted Oldest Daughter, our new high school freshman, and The Son, our new Middle Schooler, and Youngest Daughter, our last child in third grade. I got a little choked up; they got slightly irritated. But I'm not sure how all of these kids got old, while I remained a fresh, spry 23. This just isn't possible. And I'm slowly coming to realize that when I admonished my parents when I was a high schooler because they "Just Didn't Understand", that they understood perfectly - I was the one who didn't understand. It's a real bitch to just get that now. Sorry Mom!
I feel like we've done a good job with the kids - by all appearances, they seem polite and well-mannered and care about school and empathetic, but the minute you start thinking that your kid can do no wrong is when they do. No kid is above an unplanned pregnancy or a failed test or some tp'ing or underage drinking or sign-stealing, or even some mild bullying. Facebook and cell phones and the Internet and their access to it, coupled with immaturity, scare the hell out of me. So here we go, onto our next adventure into the great unknown, with a little prayer for some luck and hope that they will do the right thing, and when they don't, to come to us first. And let us help. When they hand you that screaming baby in the hospital and wave while you get in the car, clueless and scared, you don't realize that the most terrifying times in parenthood are still a good 12 years away.
But I'm trying not to think about that stuff - I'm just dropping them off and smiling and waving and hoping that they are embarking on the best part of their journey so far, and then wiping away a tear and chugging a venti quadruple shot skinny vanilla latte. Because I'm leaving for Ohio on Tuesday for a hooker convention and I'm still not finished packing.
Happy First Day of School, parents. Here's to a great year that is low on drama and high on grades and happiness!