When we started looking at options for middle school for the boys, we had a decision to make between a traditional calendar and a year-round calendar. We opted for the year-round, multi-track calendar for them since a) it’s a schedule that’s served us well and b) it’s all they’ve ever known. The year-round school was application-only for us, and I applied early because I wanted to be sure to leave time to appeal if for some reason they were denied or if they were assigned to different tracks.
And, yes, it’s happened before that my boys have been assigned to different tracks and I drove to school every ding dang day for well over a year before we could get them on the same schedule.
And that’s why they call me Carpool Queen.
And that’s why I get cranky when anyone even whispers about school reassignment.
I was pleasantly surprised when three weeks later we received confirmation letters that all the boys had been assigned to the same track at the same school and life was sunshine and roses and I happily went about my merry way.
When the official end of grade promotion letters came home from school and I opened them to read that Tommy and JJ had been assigned to the year-round school and Travis had been assigned to the traditional calendar school.
My mental state might have been best described as “unhinged”.
Bless her heart, poor Amy had to listen to me rant for about 15 minutes before she calmly said, “Have you called anyone about it yet?” and then had to listen to my three points and poem for how I was going to solve my problem which may or may not have included letters to the editor and calling the newsroom at Channel 11 to have an airing of the grievances for all of Wake County to hear and then she ever go gently said, “I’m sure it’s just a clerical error” but she said it in that nice way that doesn’t sound condescending and/or patronizing and I put the flamethrower back in its case and instead wrote a polite email to the school administrator and wouldn’t you know, within three hours it was all taken care of and everyone and my blood pressure was back in their rightful place.
My calm demeanor didn’t last that long, though, because we think we found the house that just might work for us and went by it twice yesterday to walk through and get a feel for how it might work for our family and the more I thought about it, the more I thought it might really be The One and though Craig had already seen it once, he and I met there after work and spent about an hour and a half wandering through the space and going over the pros and cons and ultimately decided that we hadn’t seen anything else that fit our needs quite as well as this house did and so we found ourselves submitting an offer at 7:00 last night.
And then I came home and went straight to a box of comfort pizza because change can be unsettling.
And then I stayed awake all night wondering if we made the right decision but my sweet, calm, logical, unflappable husband
who sleeps like a baby regardless of circumstance told me that we did.
And that was my Wednesday.
Have a nice day.