Today: Last day of swimming for the summer.
Next Wednesday: First day of school.

We did fun stuff this summer, though; camping at Bear Lake, visiting cheese factory and savoring FRESH squeaky cheese, musicals, Discovery Zone, sending her to Dino Museum, musicals, zoo, balloon festival, aviary, musicals...

Third grade. I can hardly believe it! She'll be NINE before I blink again.

Stupid thing: Here it is, 6 days until school begins and I don't know who her teacher is, when is back to school night...nothing! The webpage is uninformative and last year we received letters in the mail with information, but this year I got nothing. I checked to see if they posted at the school, but alas, no. I suppose I'll have to call tomorrow and find out what's up? Rinky dink operation...

Additional: Have you ever met someone, found out they were an elementary school teacher, and involuntarily gulped because you realized someone like that could be YOUR child's teacher?

Yikes. I'm lucky that so far I've felt all Toria's teachers have been...acceptable.

It happens to even the most non-chalant of us.

Yesterday we let Toria ride her bike to school for the first time. As per usual, the evening before we went overboard in safety and expectation instruction, but yesterday I saw her off...then walked around the corner and watched until she was out of sight...
Then waited on the doorstep beginning almost 5 minutes before school even lets out for her to come home.

Reminds me of the first day of pre-school.
...And the frst day she asked to walk into pre-school by herself.
...And the first day of kindergarten.

{sniffle}

Confession of a Mom

I was out the other day meeting with my Avon upline the day Toria went back to school. She said something along the lines of "Isn't it great to have the kids back in school?" No. She'd been gone 3 hours at the point and I missed her. I missed the sound of her feet pounding all over the house or the door opening and closing to come and go to her friends. I missed her "Hi mom" whenever she passed through a room. No. It's not that great. I'm sending her to a substandard title 1 school and missing her.

Since then, other people - parents and non parents alike - have been making similar comments. I didn't think I was one of "those" moms. I was never meant to be, yet somehow it happened anyway and while I enjoy the peace, quiet, and muses who visit while she's in school, I miss her when she's gone.

Don't tell anyone. It will severely compromise my image. {grin}