Officially, school will start September 14th for the girls. And I am very excited. I hope they are too. Because the entire school is moving into a new facility, there is so much work to be done. Michael went over to help Amira's soon-to-be-kindergarten-teacher with her room. He wound up helping her tape the room so that she could paint. He also moved a bunch of little tables and chairs to the hall just outside the room. I came over yesterday to see if I could help. The room was already painted a beautiful peachy-pink with a rag texture. There was a large square of carpet in one corner and the bones of a loft laying on the floor. My job wound being to clean all the little pieces of furniture and prime book shelves so they could be painted to match the walls.
I was so impressed with all the little high quality pieces of furniture. They're all made of solid wood. The toys for the classroom are wooden. The teacher is planning on cooking with the kids (bread, cinnamon rolls. oatmeal, etc.) It has such a homey feel to the room. Instead of trodding off to school each day with a back pack with 29 other students, doing work sheets and getting used to the concept of homework, Amira will be experiencing play and fairy tales and cooking with 19 other students.
Now, some people might have anxiety about the lack of work sheets and site words at the new kindergarten. But, honestly, I am thrilled that she is going to gain another year of her childhood. And when she crosses over to first grade, she'll get math, writing, art, recorder, knitting, Spanish, Japanese, etc. How cool is that?
I have high hopes that this school will mellow me out. Ultimately. But for now, I see that I need to come down and help tape, paint, clean, move and anything else that will help those teachers get school started September 14th. It's hard to believe that the school will be entirely transformed within a week. But, I tell you, just getting colors on those walls changes the drab once-upon-an-insurance building into a warm and welcoming school.
Anyhow, upon returning home from the school-in-progress, I found three kids with pink hair and a soaking wet unidentifiable charred lump of something in the driveway and Michael at his wits end. What started out as a "Happy Un-Father's Day" where the kids created a special breakfast for Michael and built him a "thrown" of cushions on the living room floor ended kids covered with nail polish, colored hair spray and our buckwheat cat bursting into flames in the microwave.
Kids are no longer allowed to use the microwave.
In fact, each time I heat up something in there, the house is infused with the unmistakable aroma of charred cat.
We don't really need any more holiday weekends. We need these kids to get back into the groove of school.
OOOOHHHHH CRUD!
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