Moving is hard. It's just hard.
Luckily, we have found some great resources for things to do in our new town. But now is the "most wonderful time of the year"! School has begun!
I have one going into middle school and two still in elementary school. We went to all of the open houses, met teachers, bought supplies and tracked bus schedules. We are ready to begin school!
On the job front as luck would have it, I got an email for a second interview! The interviewer sent over several options of face to face interview times, so why not schedule it after the kids have gone on the first day of school. That's a good idea, right?
So the first day of school comes and sweet boy (6th grade) is getting on the bus to go to his first day of middle school, and all I can pray (like most new middle parents) is 'please let him get his locker open'. Honestly, I was a little sad. I am so proud of him and everything he has accomplished, but when he stepped on that bus, all I could see was a little kindergartener full of hope getting on the bus in North Carolina.
Rewind two days prior to school starting, and you will find me in a transition meeting. We transitioned little sweet boy (2nd grade) into our new school. They accept his education plan as it is and evaluate his needs for 60 days and then a new Georgia education plan is written. I was surprised to find that they had no special education paraprofessional for him. I have to tell you that it made me fearful. His teacher said that she was willing to try, so here we go. I put Little Sweet boy on the regular school bus with his sister with no one but her to help him find his classroom, and, so far so good on not having a para. But it's only been three days.
I said tearful goodbyes to all of them, and then had to wipe my face and get ready for this interview. We just have to keep driving on, even though, sometimes it's just a lot.
The good news is that everyone has done well in their first few days of school! If you don't follow me on Facebook or Twitter, you will have to wait until next week to find out if I got the job.
May the moving gods smile upon you and may only the things that you don't like get broken . . . sby
