Today was the first day of the last year of elementary school for Curt, and the first day of 3rd grade for Luke.
For whatever reason, I couldn't stop the tears. (Mine, not theirs).
Maybe it was because my fifth grader was cranky at me for escorting him into the building.
"I'm not walking you in, I'm walking LUKE in," I told him.
He wasn't buying it.
Fine. I won't walk him into middle school next year, but I WILL WALK HIM IN ON THE FIRST DAY OF HIS LAST YEAR IN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL, DARN IT.
Or maybe it was because Luke was majorly bummed out at the news that Tech Club isn't including third graders this year. The same thing happened to him when he tried to join chess club last year....they bumped the age right up even though it had included that grade previously.
Or maybe it's because I don't feel good today.
But if I'm being honest...it's the end of an era for Curt and I'm sad. So there.
I did walk them in.
Luke was so excited to get inside and kick off his year with Ms. Hopson.
Curt was mainly trying not to be seen with me, en route to Ms. Morrow's homeroom. He changes classes THREE TIMES as a fifth grader. THREE. He only wears his backpack on one shoulder, because that's cool, Mom, duh.
And so it begins.