Well 1 week into burn out

(just kidding mom. I'm fine. I'm not burned out. Actually alot further from it than I was homeschooling.)

And things have settled into a reasonable rhythm. HOWEVER...

My house is not as clean as I would have expected it to be.

And my carbon footprint has gotten massive from idling in pick up line 2x a day.

Part of the house mess is that JM is still a whirlwind and if my back is turned he's likely to have taken out 4 games, a huge tub of Joey's legos and will find huge entertainment in launching matchbox cars off the dining room table.

And other thing I realized...

Not all teachers are created equal.

Joey and Sonia are both in 2nd grade. Joey has serious homework nightly. Math, a writing journal, a daily reading log, etc...

Sonia has a reading log. And only a reading log which in her case is a joke. They have books in the classroom and each kid (in both classes) is supposed to bring a new book home daily to read. Sonia devours chapter books. Inhales them. She's bringing home Henry and Mudge and other beginning readers. And mad/disappointed when she's read them all by the time I get though the pick up line.

Kayla comes home glowing how she loves school. It took her til Friday to have her teacher wrapped around her finger. Her teacher saw me picking her up and I saw the smile on her face that Kayla seems to put on everyone's faces when she called her name. And sure enough she tells me Kayla is a love and delight to have in class. Yep. She's definitely a charmer.

Sonia and Joey still think I'm asking too much for them to walk to their classrooms by themselves. Nevermind that most places in kindergarten most kids ride busses and get to their classrooms without their parents, mine are nervous nellys and "need" me to go with them.  They have until the 22nd to be able to get themselves from the sidewalk to their classes.That's because Sears is supposed to be here between 8 and 10 that day and I'm not going to be able to get out of the car and monkey around and get back home to wait by 8am to sit and wait for mr. dishwasher repair guy.

And I have a bone to pick with Consumer Reports. Before they go "recommending" anything they ought to try using it for a few months.;  Because this isn't the first time I got something they recommended and about 6 months into use it breaks. tragically. And a broken dishwasher here is tragic.

Anyway.. other than that..

I changed soccer practice from Wednesday to Thursday for 6-7 year old team. Because being team mom needs to have some advantages. Probably more the issue was that we had JUST enough kids to play without forfeiting the game and 1 kid can't make it at all on Wed or most Fridays. So using her as leverage I bought myself 30 minutes to feed the kids and teleport them to Awana.

Soccer's going well. They enjoy it more than TBall. Far more. More action. Less standing and playing with dirt waiting for the ball to not be hit to them.

Awana would be going well if we didn't have a total collapse of life Wednesday and decided that being 90 minutes late to Awana wasn't going to work for us. Because someone was too nervous to ask to go to the bathroom at soccer practice.

School's going mostly well. Kayla loves it and comes home reporting her new friends and how wonderful school is. Sonia is happy to have access to tons of books, even though they are too easy for her and happy she's made a friend - Sophia. Funny since when Sonia was born about 1/2 the people who knew called her Sophia. Anyway.. it makes it an easy name to remember. Joey is just taking longer to find his comfort zone. We have back to school night, so I'm not entirely sure what that means, but I think it means that we meet the teachers, if not one on one it's more an introduction to them and their teaching styles and an opportunity to get to know the parents, however briefly.

So.. with that brief update I'm off to get control here before it's time to go back to school. Again. Good thing we live close, this back and forth stuff would make me nuts otherwise. Oh.. speaking of.. they put in a crossing signal to get there from here. I *might* try walking there this week after all.