STILL THE MAMA....

Of course I'm still the Mama, duh, I am BIG Mama after all.....

We all went to open house at the kids schools last night. First we went to Babygirl's new BIG elementary school. This will be her first and last year there. The place is immaculate! Everyone was incredibly friendly, warm and welcoming. Their setup was very easy to follow, we didn't get lost. In short, it was very nice. Her teacher is preggers and will obviously be on maternity leave soon. She seemed fine. Answered all my questions without hesitation. I think we are going to be happy there.

I wish I could say the same with Littleman's school. O.K. we all know that middle school is just awful all by itself without any help from any adults. Well, we walked in and it looked like all hell had just broken loose and we were there just in time to catch the debris. We walked in, there were no signs ANYWHERE to direct us. It was very overwhelming. We worked our way down a very overcrowded hallway only to ask someone where to go, just to be redirected back up where we came from. I saw the cafeteria and decided to poke my head in there. SCORE! I saw a table that said "grade 7". O.K. that's close. We held my son back this year (for our very own reasons) so he is repeating the 6th in a new school with a fresh start. The "grade 6" sign was all the way in the back corner of the room so we went back there only to find they didn't have him placed yet......sooo we went to the front office to ask about placement. Their computers were down so they couldn't help us or the 30+ other families standing there waiting for answers. MMMmmK... So we decided to wander a little and we found the band room. We met with the band teacher. He seems cool and is friends with our son's saxophone tutor. My son whom I love dearly without question and hesitation was acting like a total butt (boy will be boys MY ASS!)! Oh well.... We left and I was feeling overwhelming dread and anxiety.

I had a meeting at 8:00 with his special ed OHI teachers. I feel SO MUCH BETTER now. I am not nearly as scared for him as I was. Please everyone send me all your good karma and prayers. I KNOW they are resilient and I KNOW they will be fine. I am O.K. being the basket case as long as they are happy.

Like a dear friend once said,"you are only as happy as your saddest child."

Ain't that the truth?!?!