Today was the first time since 2008 that my boys have all started a new school year at the same school they were at in the previous school year. That makes a significant difference. Every school year brings changes, but the changes were far less today and therefore the boys found it all easier to cope with than they did last year.
I looked back on this day last year on my blog. It wasn't what I expected to read. I don't remember the extreme excitement I wrote about. I remember the days that followed and the grumps and complaints about homework, about conforming to the schedule and to the rules in our house that help things run smoothly during school time (like – put your lunch box on the sink when you get home before you have afternoon tea). Obviously I didn't bore you with the ugly details of our lives. I didn't remember how emotional I was at the time. It is good to look back on that and see how things are better this year. Much less transition, much more stable emotionally – all of us.
But still, they were all up early on their first day. The younger boys were ready for school more than half an hour early. In order to stop them tearing the place apart, I suggested a calming game of Triominos. It worked well, but that doesn't mean I won: I lost dismally, but I achieved my goal!
We moseyed on down to school in the rain. The boys didn't even stop to say goodbye, they just rushed off. Oh well. I know they love me, even if they aren't good at goodbyes.
Then I returned to an amazingly empty house. I had a few things in mind to do in the peace and quiet, but I did keep expecting someone to come pelting down the stairs at any moment shouting, "Muuuuum!" First days at school are on the calendar for a long time, but they still catch me by surprise. Surprise at how quiet my house is and how much autonomy I have when they're all at school.
But I did rack up another first today. First time to play the piano at CAJ. First time to go on-stage in the auditorium and play. Scary! I don't mind playing for church or Sunday School, but playing at CAJ where I've seen amazing musical feats, where there are wonderful musicians, much more skilled than I've ever been . . . scary!
Probably very few people at the school know I play at all. Well, the secret is out, at least in the elementary school. Today I played for one (simple) song in their chapel meeting. It went well, thankfully. I love grand pianos. Wish I had one in my house . . . the next best thing is that I have a friend who has one in her house, and she only lives a few minutes away. Trouble is I've known this for more than 12 months now and I still haven't made it to her house to play the thing!
When chapel was over at midday, school was dismissed. This is CAJ's standard soft start to school. But the two younger boys were really disappointed. They didn't want to go home so early! So they came home and talked non-stop for an hour. Then their big brother came home after cross country training and talked for another hour. By 2pm I was exhausted!
Taking apart our old table, which was really pretty small. |
The last big thing for the day is that we've got a new dining room table. Our friends (the ones I mentioned here who are fixing up their "handyman's dream" house AND who own the grand piano) have been given a larger table. Their old table happened to be a little bit bigger than ours, which was getting pretty decrepit (one of our dinner guests last week had a leg break off their chair). So we decided to take it off their hands for them. The bonus was that the boys got to get their hands on some of dad's tools and pull apart the old table.
Anyway, while I'm excited about extending tables and making it through a "public" performance, the boys are all excited about going back to school tomorrow. Let's hope the joy doesn't wear off too soon, although we could do with a tiny bit less excitement. Excitement that keeps boys from going to sleep isn't really helpful.
That is a VERY nice table! Yes, that kind of furniture (and other item) swapping doesn't happen as much in my circles here.
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