Today was the Girl's second day at her new school- she goes once a week all day, and we do the rest at home. Last week, we were both nervous wrecks as it had been four years since anyone else had taught her, and since her last classroom environment. (Excepting art and dance). Well, today was much easier; she settled right in and when I left I didn't feel like I was abandoning her. I went home and started cleaning out what we semi-jokingly call her 'second bedroom', which is full of toys and furniture that she's either outgrown or we just stash in there until we can get rid of it. Took most of the morning and early afternoon, but it looks waaaay better. Now I have to paint it.
When I picked her up, she looked tired but happy. They had a very busy day and she is doing pretty well with the whole thing. We were nervous because we didn't IEP her and she didn't want to use her old FM system, either. (Helps her hear the teach better, but usually they don't know how to use it properly and it ends up being more of a PITA). It's hard work for her to get the same info as the other kids- she has to really pay attention and use all sorts of visual cues to ascertain if she is missing anything, so she was pretty worn out this afternoon. We went shopping for a new Ipod cover for her and some video games, and about the time we were done my MIL calls from Cleveland (she's visiting my SIL) and informs me that Aunt Sally called her to tell her that our neighborhood was on fire. Now, Aunt Sally is beyond old and usually gets her neighborhoods mixed up, but when we drove over the ridge near our house we could see a large plume of smoke wafting over roughly where our house was. Planes were dropping water on the fire, and as we got closer we could see that it was just down the hill from us. Luckily, they got it out, but that was too close for comfort. It was a long, hot summer and we live in a heavily forested area- wouldn't take much for it to go up!
I think I'll have a drink and hit it.
