OMG

My baby has sixth grade orientation tomorrow night. I feel so old!

Throw in the ankle, and I'm old and gimp! If I was a race horse, they'd be shooting me right about now. *cries*

I think this is actually the first year that I am NOT looking forward to Caedyn going back to school. The school is unfamiliar and, because it houses the magnet program we enrolled him in, it's a much heftier drive than the elementary school (which was practically down the street). The school itself had its grade drop from a B to a D last year (for the overall school, mind you, and I know not to hold that against the magnet program, but...nervous mother here!).

I also haven't been able to do one damn thing I planned on doing with him this summer, because I busted my ankle early on and have been, in effect, grounded all this time. With Mom gone all summer, our outings have been one movie and driving to go pick up Steve from work.

Also, I'm not ready! We're only half done with the school shopping, and school starts Monday! And we're still waiting for our information packet from the school itself and the bus schedule from the school district. I hate last minute planning!

And Caedyn's nervous, so I'm hiding my nervous and being reassuring and encouraging, but....

WE'RE NOT READY!!!

Okay, he's brilliant, and there's this huge change that he's gonna have to adjust to and new challenges that he desparately needs. The program itself is frelling awesome, and we're so excited for him. He's going stir crazy sitting home this summer and needs to get into something new and more engaging than UNO with the old folks. He's even more accepting of the uniform thing since we found him awesome new sneakers to make up for that lack of expression of his individuality. (No joke, people. My son has been yelling about individuality and self expression every time the uniform thing comes up.)

He's looking forward to it. I'm dreading it.

AND I'M SENDING HIM IN TO BE AROUND THE SMART KIDS! You know...the ones who actually know how to get in trouble the best!

Okay, I'm not ready.

My baby's growing up.