Today was a big day for our firstborn.
Alex had her first dance class as well as her kindergarten open house.
I was looking forward to both events.
I knew she would love ballet/tap/whatever-it-is-they're-teaching-her-as-long-as-it-doesn't-involve-a-pole, and I was sure that once we visited Alex's classroom I would feel more at ease with our decision to send her off to school.
I was right on one count.
She did love her dance class.
Unfortunately I was in such a rush to get there on time that I didn't get a chance to snap a picture.
But allow me to assure you that she was as sweet as can be in her leotard and tights, with her hair in a bun. And we were five minutes early.
When we arrived to the studio, it was kind of a cluster. No one appeared to be in charge, and there were too many little girls and moms in too small and hot a space.
Once they got settled in the room things improved.
Apparently parents sticking their faces in the window is a distraction for the class, because they had it blocked off with a large piece of paper.
But I didn't let a silly little thing like that bother me.
I just smooshed my nose right up to the crack in that paper and watched my baby tap-tap-tap and twirl-twirl-twirl.
I feel a stage momma coming out of me.
I just wanted to make sure she was tap-tap-tapping the crap out of those 42 dollar tan Bloch tap shoes.
Oh, and might I also point out that there were a couple of girls in the class with black tap shoes and some with tan shoes that were decidedly not Bloch.
I can only hope this is rectified quickly. May with a public beating, or tar and feathers.
I cannot stand for it. Not one little bit.
Not after I drove through the thunderstorm, risking my life, to be a rule follower.
Let me also tell you that the conversation in the lobby area between the mommas was delightfully full of southernness. I felt a little out of place.
I must work on my drawl.
We then met up with Josh, who was able to join us at Alex's open house.
Folks. (see? I'm trying!)
I'm not sure what to think.
The school is nice. The building is just 10 years old, and it's bright and cheery.
I'd heard great things about Alex's teacher, and she certainly seemed to live up to her reputation.
She has been teaching kindergarten for 20 years, and she and the assistant teacher were very personable and friendly.
In her 20 years of teaching, she has never had a class as large as the one Alex is in.
There are twenty-nine children in the class.
That's one less than 30.
And then she shares with us that the kinder-mat we purchased, because it was on the school supply list, was not going to be needed after all.
Because the new principle is doing away with rest time.
Did I mention that the school hours are from 8 to 3:15?
That would be 7 hours and 15 minutes.
Josh and I are not happy. How can these 5-year-olds go all day with no rest time? And what could be the benefit of not allowing them the break?
The teacher certainly didn't seem thrilled with the new plan, and I don't blame her.
Josh plans to make a call to the principle to make known our concern over this policy change.
(Because he makes all of our uncomfortable phone calls. Because he loves me.)
I don't know what to think. We wavered quite a bit on sending her to school versus homeschooling, and this visit didn't exactly make me feel confident in our decision.
And now I can't sleep.
It's either thinking about all of this school stuff...or maybe it's the diet mountain dew I drank.
Definitely one of those.