Today was Amanda's first day of school. Well, first day of one of her schools. Yep, that's how we're rolling around here this year, Amanda gets two schools. I was looking forever for a Spanish immersion preschool like she had last year. I found one that was just starting up and she was the very first student to enroll, I wasn't playing around. They only need three for a class. Three. They got two more but one dropped out, so back and forth I went with the director of the school as to whether or not they were going to have a class.
I almost dropped the whole thing entirely, but we really want her to get some Spanish so I stuck with it. Last week I spoke to the director again and she said we can do one month with two students and if we get another, which she is so, so sure will happen (ahem, ahem) then we will continue. Otherwise, it will be one and done. I don't want to start the whole preschool search over and have her miss even more school, so Charlie and I decided she would do the Spanish school on M/W/F and another preschool on T/Th, just in case. If Spanish prevails that's great, if not then she will at least have one school. It sounds like a lot but both school are only half-day, which is stupid and ridiculous anyway, so she's at the Spanish one three hours a day the other one 2.5 hours a day. I'll spend more time in the car driving back and forth than she will at the school. Well, not exactly, but you know what I mean.
Anyway, today was the first day at the non-Spanish school. She did not want to go because she really wanted to watch Doc McStuffins (I would not make this up) and she wanted to walk to her school the same way Sarah (and Andy, although she didn't mention him) do. The entire drive there she cried that she wanted to walk, even though it's a ten minute drive from the house. In fact, after I picked her up she whined about that same thing for about another ten minutes. I'm convinced both girls were having a long weekend hangover this morning and were feeling no love for me at all. Days like this make me really dislike being a mom.
I dropped off a crying Amanda, went to the grocery store and then went home. I would have stayed out longer and run more errands except my cell phone is not functioning properly after I jumped into a swimming pool this weekend with my clothes on and my phone in my pocket to save Amanda who ended up not really needing to be saved but was instead just very distressed that Andy and Sarah weren't playing near her. Yes, my wonderfulness just keeps going on and on. No worries though, I had insurance on said phone and will have a newer, better one delivered to my door for a crazy-but-not-as-crazy-as-the-cost-of-a-new-phone co-pay tomorrow.
As I was putting away the last of the groceries the phone rang. It was the school. Crap. Nope, actually a good thing. They were just calling to tell me that Amanda was doing wonderfully, even better than they would have hoped for her first day, and had stopped crying minutes after I left (of course, they always do that). I had nothing to worry about and could enjoy my remaining 15 minutes before I had to come pick her up. Okay, I had a little more time.
It's nice to know that she likes the school and is well adjusted and happy. I knew she could do it all along. The best part is that I asked her if they learned any letters today. She said yes, one. The letter L. There's a good chance that kid will actually know the alphabet by the end of the school year. That would be amazing!
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