back to school

This summer has been one of being surrounded by my kids. I keep hearing from others that I am going to miss this...but as the four of them are whining "mooooom" and looking for me to entertain them, and fighting over who gets the most game time, I am not so sure.

That being said, I can't help but have a little anxiety about the new school year. With the exception of Basil, we will ALL be going back to school in September. For me, it's for the first time in almost 8 years. For Kelsey and Brandon, it will be brand new schools.

Kelsey has moved because she will be in a higher functioning classroom. I couldn't be happier, except we're losing Mrs. Charles. Joyce was more than a teacher. Her dedication to her students is amazing, and Kelsey is a product of that. And she gets to move ahead into Mrs. Kupo's class, who she met in ESY this summer. Kelsey is happy & so am I.

Brandon begins Kindergarten. My baby is finally off to school and Brandon will be joining his big brother on the big yellow bus. Can't believe my mornings of snuggling in PJ's with him after the "bigs" have left for school, are over.

Serena wisely opted to delay her graduation by one year to retake some math and work on Cisco I & II. No sense in failing her college placement tests and having to take (and pay for) remedial math there, when we pay school taxes already. Why pay twice? Thank goodness for IEP's, and the fact that students with them can stay until 21 if necessary. Still waiting for her new schedule to arrive.

I am having a certain amount of anxiety over how I'll be able to take care of everything I need to do for my family, including extracurricular activities for the kids (ballet, music & art) and keep up with a family's worth of academics. 5 out of 6 of us are going to have homework. Some of us will have more than others....
Plus the cooking, cleaning, laundry at the laundromat until we get a new washer, etc.
Add the therapy appointments, and sessions with the behavioral specialist and TSS.

This is going to be an interesting school year. If you happen to see a dazed and glazed woman wandering around looking clueless...yup, it's me.