foggy-lens.jpgToday was sorta kinda the first day of school.  The Teens went to their schools for half a day, got schedules and went to all their classes.  #2 went for “Registration”, met the teacher and all that jazz. (You can see how hot it was today by the foggy lens)

We knew who #2 was going to have this year so that was not 4th-grade.jpga surprise.  It was kinda a bummer.  Like opening your presents Christmas Eve in a way.  That’s part of the excitement of the first day of school.  The Teens both had a hard time going to sleep last night.  Still get excited before the first day.  I used to get like that.  I still get excited for them.  Crazy huh? Even with a Sophomore in high school and 8th grader, I’m still anxious to hear what teachers they got. 

So, we go to the elementary school to shake and howdy with Mrs. Stewart.  For some reason, the fine folks at the Sumner County School Board or whoever makes these decisions didn’t think it would be a good idea to turn the air conditioning on since it was just registration and all.  Never mind it was 100 degrees outside.

I’m thrilled #2 has such a popular teacher.  One that lots of past students want to come by and say hey to.  I mean, that’s just hunky dory.  Problem is, these Muffia mothers who just insisted they go say hi to Mrs. Stewart don’t have jobs or anything else they had to do today.  They had all the time in the world to chat it up with Mrs. Stewart.  I wanted to take a minute and kinda give the teacher a heads up on #2’s very minor disability but no….Mary Muffia, adorned in her very fashionable outfit, complete with  cutesy flip flops and sunglasses perched ever so perfectly atop the perfectly coiffed hair had to catch up on the entire summer whilst I sat there seething.

I said out loud “Look at her, she doesn’t have anywhere she has to be…hey lady, I have a job!”  I am not lying. I said it out loud because I knew she wouldn’t hear a word I was saying cause she was running her perfectly lined lips.  I said all this while I fanned myself cause I’m perimenopausal and it was 110 degrees in there.  My chipper, first day mood was quickly leaving me.

I then  realized I’m always in a bad mood when I go to registration and usually gripe out loud cause of the fees.  There’s a $45 fee for the classroom and then there’s a $37 “Cultural Arts” fee.  They add that $10 PTO fee in that little bundle too.  I got ahold of myself when I realized I had not yet taken my morning Happy Pill and that I sounded like my mother and to stop it. 

Mrs. Stewart is best friends with Mrs. Smith, who was #2’s 2nd grade teacher.  Mrs. Smith adores her some #2.  She trev-and-mrs-smith.jpgcalled here a week or so ago and talked for an hour about #2.  It’s very sweet, really.  #2 has that affect on teachers.  Mrs. Smith even left a bag full of goodies on his new desk for him.  It makes a mom feel good to see her kid is loved by people outside the family.

The Manchild, who has been staying up til 3 and 4 in the morning this summer, came home and crashed.  I have told him he was going to have to readjust his Inner Elvis Clock and start going to bed and getting up at a decent hour.  He didn’t listen.

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