School might start on Monday. Maybe. Possibly. I’m not really 100% on that because you see, I’m over here in this lovely land called Denial.
You see, I knew the mountain of prep work it would take and so I put it off all summer. I wanted us to just breathe and enjoy ourselves. We needed time to just relax as a family and not stress over things like new schools, new routines, new commitments and all. the dang. new. things. I had to buy to go along with it all. We had time. And besides, most of the things I needed to buy were clothes for the
growing weed pre-teen. Buying things at the beginning of the summer didn’t guarantee they would still fit by the end of the summer. I was being smart! I would figure it all out after we spent our week in New England, I told myself.
So here we are. A few days out from the start of school – at least I think school is less than a week out; I can’t even bring myself to check on that – and I have a whole host of details I need to plan. Costly, pricey little details.
Like: Gracie has returned to the world of school uniforms. The district she’s in – the one she transferred to last year – didn’t require uniforms for elementary school or sixth grade. They don’t require them for high school. The two years of junior high? Randomly necessitate school uniforms. So that means:
- Five pairs of khaki shorts
- Five pairs of khakis
- Five short sleeve shirts [that a mom told me could be any red shirt, so that’s what I bought, and then we discovered at registration that all shirts had to be either collared or crew neck. So now I have to return half the shirts I bought. Oh! And they can be white or navy, too]
- Five long sleeve shirts
- A few hoodies or sweaters
Like the $200 worth of school supplies that I had to pick up before we left on vacation, lest we return to find shelves picked clean. Gracie dutifully texted me earlier this week to tell me the list posted online was the wrong list, so there are additional things she needs. Because of course there are.
Like the tennis team that Gracie joined, with its 30340953 meetings and 0 notices that have gone out. The one that I had to scramble to get physicals finished for (with an assist from her dad who actually took her) because who knew you had to have those finished by the beginning of August?! In addition to all of the meetings and booster clubs and parent-involved requirements (besides carting your kid all over the city half the week), I had to get:
- Three pairs of workout shorts for practice (because mama ain’t washing clothes every night)
- Three pairs workout shirts
- Three sports bras
- Two water bottles
- Sneakers (that I haven’t bought yet)
- A duffel bag for all this crap
- Tennis balls? Do I have to get some of those? Hunh. Check into this.
- And a racket of some variety that Gracie knows but I don’t because I also haven’t bought this yet. Note for Saturday.
- Oh! And then there’s the booster club package that Gracie’s dad paid for and the spirit shirts for that
Then there’s band. Gracie picked up tennis so she could free up her general gym requirement to make room for engineering club; band and choir were her other choices for extra-curriculars. But band ain’t cheap. Thankfully, Gracie’s dad took her to get most of her gear:
- Snare drumming books
- Mallet percussion books
- Stick work books (oh the jokes)
- Oh! And sticks! And mallets!
- A bag for her sticks
- Some sort of duffel for all of it (I don’t know if we have that yet, hmm…)
- A band shirt
- And her practice drums, which I was lucky enough to find online because the stores were out.
Who knows what else we have for band because those meetings haven’t happened yet.
I have a big, long date with my planner to get us all caught up with meetings and appointments and games and booster clubs and practices and everything else. I’ll be glad when all of these lists can hit the recycling and when it’s all second-hand next year. That’s my new mantra this week: it will all seem old hat to us next year! Because my old mantra of “It can wait!” doesn’t seem to be holding up any more.
Now we just need to figure out when school starts and how we’re getting the kids to and from, and we’ll be all set! Ish.