One week into school, and still astonished at the way people handle important things like registering their child for school. I had a kid come in on Friday, with his 7th grade cousin, to try and register at my school. He lived in another school district, but he wanted to register himself to come to us. Hmmm. What’s wrong with this picture?
Hope is loving kindergarten. Her teacher is sweet and talented, and well able to cope with Little Miss Center of the Known Universe. It helps that we stay in touch through e-mail, so while Honest Abe Hope is not, we do keep up with what’s going on.
I’m rather proud of myself. I survived the first week of school, Hope’s first week of school, someone turning off my electricity twice, and slashing one of my tires once. And I’m not throwing things or hiding under my bed.