The First Week; Done and Dusted
We have officially survived Ellie’s first week of school.
Your first child starting school is somewhat like when you first bring home said child. You put in hours and hours of ‘preparation’, often to a point where you feel like you couldn’t possibly need to know anything more – you’re so ready and then BAM! You bring that baby home and you realise that nothing was ever really going to prepare you. Not even close.
So, we did all the right things. From orientation to reading a little book about the school to wearing the uniform and practicing with the bag and lunch box.
Before she began, I worried. I wondered; was it enough?
Not in the ‘knowledge’ sense, but in a ‘life’ sense. I have no doubt that where ever she is starting with her ABC’s and 123’s is irrelevant now. What she knows, she knows well and it will be a good starting point for her to build on and develop from. It’s everything else I worry about.
Not once did I wonder if I had done enough to prepare the rest of the family. But, I possibly should have, because let me tell you, it was not even close to enough.
A full week and two days down and I am hanging out for holidays (when do they start? Tomorrow?) and am shaking my head at the thought of having to do this for 5 days a week for the rest of the term, let alone a year.
Our days are completely disrupted. Everyone is overly emotional. We’ve had tears about the most ridiculous things, and that doesn’t just go for the children. During the day, Jasper and Kahlei miss Ellie so much but as soon as she’s home the three of them are screaming like banshees at each other.
I feel like I’ve gone from one crazy situation straight into another without a break and then topped it off with starting something I was completely ill prepared for. I want to put my hands out and yell for a time out.
I feel like we’re on the edge as a family, I am trying to tie all the loose ends and hold on, ready to pull us all back to safety. To organise and sync and get everything running smoothly. But, the more I try the less I feel like we’re getting it together.
I yearn for our carefree days where we could do what we wanted. I would love to go back to the times of being able to have the shopping done and be home by 9, ready to do something fun. I miss nap time. Man, do I miss nap time.
Tell me it gets better?