Summer school aka summertime sadness

Well that was the craziest 3 hours I've had in a long time, aka the first day of summer school.

Boy child has to be on bus at 6:45 (his face at 6am today was a joy, let me tell you), Miss A driven to school by 8:20 and Baby Girl by 9. Loooooooong wait times in between, but I finagled a way to drop Baby Girl off at 8:30 for the rest of the time, thank you baby Jesus.

Boy is at a new school. Girls are in new classrooms. Everything is kind of the same, yet totally different. I almost forgot that I was supposed to pack lunches! Luckily there was infinity time to get that shit done. Pretty sure I got it all done. Too late now, they're fine.

My major hassle was with Miss A, wondering what was going on with her aide. They said she'd get one, even though her IEP isn't good for the summer. But then we lost our special ed bus, which is a whole different matter, but it made me think the aide was in limbo.

I realized belatedly that I should have spoken with someone about this before the regular year ended, because people choose whether or not to work summer school, and I wasn't even sure that our case manager was working. (Spoiler: she is. I totally could have emailed her. But I didn't know that and what if the email had sat in her inbox for weeks? Not helpful for my immediate need to know.)

Talked to the sub principal last week because the new teacher didn't know anything about an aide. Thank GOD I have spent so much time at their school that everyone knows me. He sent an email and verified that there would be an aide.

Get to the classroom, no aide. Teacher still has no idea, assures me they will be fine, but we both prefer the idea of the aide, especially since she was supposed to have one.

After we get Miss A situated, I tell Baby Girl, "Let's go find someone who can help us."

And then I see them, the special ed people, waiting for the busses. "My people!" I practically shouted. Luckily they laughed because they know I am a mess, but that I am always there.

Five minutes they spend reassuring me. I know the aide, she has worked with Miss A before. Her aide from last year will handle the car rider line. "It's all going to be fine," they say.

"I know," I reply. "I just have to ask these questions."

"We know you do," they say.

And it will be fine, it always is. I just need to ask the questions. Our schools are great and they are always on top of things, but until I verify, I worry.

Got Baby Girl to her school. My sister in law is the director there, which is a blessing for me. I ask her if there is room in the before care group and she says yes. I can drop her off 30 minutes early and avoid the big gap between the girls' dropoff times. Hallelujah! Best $60 ever spent.

Baby Girl balks at her new classroom until she sees her friends. I have a frantic tone to my voice now. "This is going to be so fun!!!!!!!" Please, just let me leave. Please.

And now I am here, telling this boring ass story to you all instead of sleeping, because I am dumb. But holy shit, that was intense. 

And I get to do it all in reverse in a few hours. 

Going back to bed in 3....2.....zzzzzzz.

 

 

Is this sideways? I'm on my phone and it hates me sometimes. This is what we did while waiting to leave for the third school. Kinda fun, kinda hot. Not really wanting to do this everytime. $60 took care of that.

Is this sideways? I'm on my phone and it hates me sometimes. This is what we did while waiting to leave for the third school. Kinda fun, kinda hot. Not really wanting to do this everytime. $60 took care of that.