My son started kindergarten yesterday. He’s all grown up now. Spiderboy doesn’t need me anymore. By the end of the week, I expect him to graduate from high school and move away to a galaxy far, far away. Then he’ll become a Jedi Knight — like his father before him. The Force is strong in our family. Really.
Things have been hectic around here with the start of the new school year. We have two kids in school this year and they have different start times. And the kids are not even in the same building. The school doesn’t have enough room for all the kids, so the kindergarten classes are located in a dumpster near the school. And who came up with the idea of half-day kindergarten? After I drop off my son and return home, I have less than two seconds before I have to head back to pick up the kids. And since when is two and half hours considered half-day?
On another note, the Little Monkey was not happy about her brother and sister going to school without her. She had a major melt down when we explained to her she was too little to go to school. She just screamed and insisted she is big enough and she is five. She just have to go to school. You know, because having mommy and daddy to herself is just the worst thing that can happen to a three-year old.