Yes, that title is a Game of Thrones reference, because I’m obsessed.
This is it — the week before school starts back.
Little Man’s reaction to this realization:
I’m not even exaggerating. He is not happy about this back-to-school nonsense and will not stop going on about it. I pointed out that he won’t have almost a two-hour round-trip commute time this year. (Last year it was a 20ish minute drive to the bus, where he’d usually wait another 10-15 minutes, and then 25 minutes to school. Slightly shorter return trip though.) So that means sleeping in until 8:30 instead of getting up at 6:00. He will have two virtual days online (and that day will end earlier than a normal day) and the other days he’ll work on assignments that have been uploaded. Plus no uniforms! Plus he’s been able to fuck off for the better part of the past 5.5 months.
“Whyyyyyyyyyy? I can’t believe this! I’m not ready for school! This is the worst!”
After much bitching, I threatened to call his school and have him go in-person for two days. They wouldn’t have let me change it if I called, but the grumbling stopped for a little while at least. Mean old mom.
The plan for the girl is to do the two in-person days at this point. We’ve talked to the principal, reviewed their safety procedures, discussed class size, selected her teacher (I’m glad they let us pick, because as sweet as the older teacher is, I’m not sure she would’ve been the best fit for the girl), and we’ve gotten her therapies in order. She’ll leave before lunch on one of the days, so 1.5 days in person and two virtual. And if cases go up or they aren’t as gung-ho on the measures they’ve said they’re taking, then we’ll pull out.
She’s not really looking forward to school. BG doesn’t really care about the masks or the changes I told her about, but she said she doesn’t want to be away from me. I hope it will help that she is already familiar with her teacher, and hopefully someone she likes will be in her class. I know her best friend is doing all virtual, though.
I’ve been ordering the back-to-school stuff online, and I got her shoes in the mail today — a pair of pink Nikes. Pink because it was the only color had in her favorite style of shoes (BG would rather wear rainboots or Crocs every day, but they used to have PE days where they needed sneakers.) That style has been discontinued but I lucked out and found them on eBay. Her response to the shoes:
“Maybe it’s good that they’re pink so the other girls will like me.”
We got her kid’s messenger on my phone recently, so she’s been chatting with her best friend a little. They do video chat and some texting, and their messages are so stinking cute and formal.
BG: Good afternoon, [friend].
Friend: Good afternoon, [BG].
That sort of thing.
So, today the boy asked about 69. The naughty number.
It came up innocently. He was trying to create a Roblox account and stuck 69 on the end of his username, but Roblox wouldn’t let him because it was inappropriate.
“Why is this inappropriate? It’s a number! Thor used it as part of his username on Endgame!”
My husband’s response was “It just is,” (sigh) which led to LM googling what 69 meant.
“Oh my god! I know what 69 means now. What is wrong with the freaking world?!”