First Day of School

(I’ve decided to just jump back into writing and updating. It was hard to know where to start because we fell into super amazing, crazy times and life’s been so busy. But now I’ve come to terms with the fact that I just need to do it and that the story will continue to unfold and the backstory will be shared in pieces over time.)

For those of you wondering, the kids and I moved to Alabama on May 14th.

Fast-forward three months (and by that I mean warp-speed fast forward) and the kids will be starting school tomorrow. New schools, new friends, new faces. New everything. I am pleased with how they have adjusted and adapted to it all.

Randy and I have adjusted nicely as well. We all sort of fell into our relationships as though we’ve known each other always.

Back to my point: Tomorrow is the first day of school. It is also Randy’s first back-to-school with kids. He’s never had kids in school. Never had to do the morning school routine. Never had Parent/Teacher conferences. Never had to fill in the mondo amounts of paperwork that will come home with the kids tomorrow.

It’s another first for us. A huge leap forward in our relationship as a new family.

So yesterday we all prepared for the start of school: We had a “Back-to”School” Drill. Randy and I started the day at some un-godly hour… and had some coffee to ease into our morning. Then we blasted music from the living room to ease the kids up (yes – blasted; yes – ease). Everyone moved through the morning as they would be expected to tomorrow: getting dressed, straightening beds, brushing teeth.

Then at 7AM, Randy, Abbie and Quinn got in the car and drove to their schools. The bus was leaving with or without them.

When they returned, I took this photo:

It was a smashing success for all three.

(There was a much cuter shot of the three of them, but it would have taken all day to photoshop out the yard mess of toys that were behind them…)

If we can keep our momentum going we should be fine. We’ve weathered through much worse.

But I’m going to be longing for the slow mornings of summer.

Except for when they start arguing. Then I’ll happily shove them out the door for school.