Not only was today the first day my baby girl headed off to Middle School, it was also Rakes first day of Kindergarten and the first day of class for Ang at her new job.
I woke up more nervous than a cat in a room full of rocking chairs, and it didn't help when I dropped Ciera off at the front door of her school; for the first time in 6 years of taking her to school I didn't get a goodbye kiss or even so much of a "I Love you, Dad."
THAT stung for awhile.
Trot having a running commentary with himself in the back seat helped keep the mood somewhat light. He sounds like Chaka from "Land of the Lost" on meth and I could only understand every 4th word but it kept me from crying like Sally Field in some A&E Movie of the week, so I guess it was worth it.
Meanwhile Rakes was off to kindergarten, where I awaited the call from his teacher or the Principle about some sort of inappropriate behavior and the threat of suspension all day; much to my surprise, all was quiet. Another first out of the way and we decided to take some photographic proof.
Just in case the authorities came calling later.
Rakes, in his new skate shoes (which for some reason he thinks will make him able to ride a board like Tony Hawk. This is funny until you find him building a 12 foot high ramp in the garage and telling Trot to "Wear these, buddy. You can do it too!") I can't believe my little man is going to school full time.
And it's not in an orange jumpsuit.
Ciera on her first day of Middle School.
Note to self: buy handgun and 10 foot high barbed wire fence to secure the perimeter ASAP.
This is the photographic equivalent of an Shiite and a Sunni taking a picture together.
I think the nervous energy bonded them for one brief, glorious moment. What you don't see is Trot off to the left taking a whizz in the flowers.
All in all, it was a good ending for a lot of firsts today; Ang had a great day with her students and Ciera and Rakes thrived.
In the end, the only person who really struggled was the poor shmuck who was trying to sell furniture all day and wondering what in God's name was going on with the rest. Which isn't really different than any other day.
Except I'm both relieved and happy all at the same time.
The Journey is the Destination…Sort Of
1 week ago