Grace felt good enough to go to school yesterday and that is something we were all so glad about! We were all excited and nervous. The school had some lovely opening day fesitivites in which parents were invited. So I went. I did feel a little sad to not know anyone in this new community. But I was impressed with the faculty and staff at the new school. Everyone was really welcoming and nice.
It was a good day for both girls. Grace really liked her teachers and thought the other kids were nice. She's excited about having 8 periods a day. She likes that she can now use a pen and she gets her own desk and has textbooks. It upsets her though that this school doesn't feel like her school yet. I know those feelings all to well and I sympathize with her. This morning Grace had to wear her dress unifrom since today the school goes to Mass. She was very unhappy about that even though I thought she looked adorable. She also didn't want to go to school this morning. It didn't help that Margot was off today.
Margot on the other hand LOVED everythign about kindergarten and this morinng couldn't wait to go back. Margot's favorite time was naptime, a time in which she told me all she did was roll around. Lunch time proved challenging for Margot. She didn't eat her entire lunch and didn't realize she needed to throw her trash away so she put her juice box (which still had juice in it) back in her lunch box. She complained to me that her lunch box leaked. I told her she can't put an opened but not empty juice box back in her lunch box. I also told her she can't spend her lunch period talking and that she needed to eat. But she said "Mom, I wasn't talking, all I said was "mmm, hhhhmmm' when kids were talking to me." So anyhow I need to figure out easier, quicker things to pack her lunch box.
As is typical being part of the Pittsburgh Public School system, we of course had lots of bus drama yesterday. I will refrain from saying too much more. My poor Mother had to hear me rant and rave yesterday afternoon. Thankfully Brent took the lead in calling and straightening things out. I am not sure I would have done it diplomatically or with any poise or grace at this point. I may or may not have been yelling outside of Target yesterday in a rage about the bus SNAFU. I also may or may not have been trying to get into the wrong Mazda 5 in an angry haze of confusion. Anyhow, they got home a half hour later than to be expected which is still earlier than the bus from last year. But at least they were together and on the right bus and the driver made it to our stop. (These are things to be thankful for because these things don't always happen when you bus with PPS.) So I am hopeful things will run smoother each day going forward.