School was back in full swing yesterday for me and for the girls. Granted, I was done with my day by the time that Veronica began her classes, but I'm pretty sure that we survived the first day (and there seems to be a ton of "first day" posts on Facebook). It was an interesting day for me at school because we have two new teachers on our team, I have a new room mate (who is one of the new teachers), one of my best friends is in a different building, and the girls are off on their own new adventure. All of that would seem to cause some type of commotion, but the day was pretty much "hitch" free. Sure, there were some minor issues but nothing that can't be solved relatively easily. By the time I got home from school yesterday, I was so knackered that the 20-minute "power nap" - that means the nap I intended to take was rudely interrupted by my neighbors shooting paint guns and I work up - was greatly needed. There must have been twenty or thirty families waiting at various bus stops to pick up their elementary kids . . . odd that I won't have that "luxury" anymore.
Dropping the girls off at school was technically easy as Temple appears to have this down to a science, but emotionally it was challenging. Some how we fit everything into the car (still unsure how that happened other than to say that I must have raised exceptional packers) and were down to Philly by 8:30 AM, unloaded by 8:50 AM, and pretty much unpacked by 10:30 AM. After a trip to Walmart, Super Fresh, and Best Buy, the Flyer and I were ready to head home . . . by ourselves. I did fine until I made it to the parking lot and then there was a lot of looking up to avert the tears and deep exhalations. Tears? Of course . . . but not as many as I had planned. Maybe it was good that I had planned for the worst because it didn't happen. I think Lola put it best: this was our job - getting the girls to this point in their lives - and we did our job. We aren't going to retire, but our job description has changed dramatically. We can't be there 24/7 to make sure that things are getting done properly, but we can hope. We can't tell the girls what they ought to do, but we can dream. Hopes and dreams . . . that's all we have.
Knitting? Not a lot getting done, but I did finish a Christmas stocking the other day . . . I just have to take photos. My photos are really getting me down lately. I just can't seem to get "the" photo that I need. Our local vocational school offers adult education classes, one of which is in photography with SLRs . . . thinking I might need to sign up for a class.