I worried this year… a lot… when it came to LatteGirl going to a new school, a private school, a Catholic school. Oh, in some ways I knew it would be OK, she had several friends from her Pre-School going there, so she wasn’t completely starting over AGAIN two years in a row (non of her friends were in her Kindergarten class last year).
But still, it is a change. Then add in uniforms (grumble, grumble) and the like, and I just wasn’t sure how she was going to adapt, and how much she would like it. Now she has said she likes it, and since the uniform she wears most of the time is a dress, she is pretty much OK with that too (but still loves her “dress down” days so she can wear her “pretty clothes” to school). Her grades have also been nothing short of stellar so far. But, probably it being more me than her, I still was concerned. Until this morning.
I get up at (to me) a rather dreadful, 4:30 in the morning. After showering, I went back to get something out of the bedroom, and found that LatteGirl had relocated herself from her room to the master bedroom (an almost daily ritual). But not only had she relocated herself, apparently in her pre-dawn stupor, had already dressed herself for school. And when it is that automatic, I can only assume that she does in fact like it.
Clare is in Catholic school too and we worried about the uniform.
But she hasn’t complained at all. I think kids are better at adapting than we are sometimes.
My son is also in a Catholic school. He is in full day pre-k this year, so no uniforms, but next year, in Kindergarten, uniforms become a requirement. In my opinion, a uniform gets rid of the “what do I wear” and “I WANNNNNA WEAR THISSSSSSSSSSSSSS shirt” I hear almost every day. My first daughter starts full day pre-k in the fall – I’d RATHER have HER in a uniform, frankly. I’m gonna have to get up at 4am just to manage her wardrobe dramas!
I agree with Clare’s Dad – kids adapt better than we do sometimes.
Excuse me, I have to go rob a bank so I can pay for the tuitions for 2 for next year…………lol
That’s not dreadfully early. That’s the buttcrack of dawn for cryin’ out loud! I’m barely asleep at that point, let alone awake! (I’m a night owl.)
Too funny that she dressed herself and then relocated.