John met his teacher last Tuesday night. She seems to be a well-balanced lady. She's organized, she's got experience, she has laid out her expectations, and she comes with a hefty dose of love and understanding. Meet Mrs. Grogan:
At 6:30 this morning, I was afaid that this was going to be a VERY bad day.
But John perked up quickly, and the only problem this morning was... socks. I knew we would have at least one issue, and John took out all his anxiety on his socks. Three pair later, and after we made it very clear he would regret it if he missed the school bus, he decided to make today a good day. Maybe the prayer before he went out the door helped?
For the sake of comparison...
This year seemed better than last. Maybe because John knew what to expect. And maybe because John was used to the long day.
This year right off the bus
Here's to a happy school year!!