After a seemingly successful transition into the new school year, our kindergartner had a meltdown right as the bus pulled up to pick up the boys this morning. The long days have been taking a toll on him, and he’s recently begun asking if he can stay home and go back to sleep. Obviously, that’s not an option, so we’ve hustled him off to school every morning right on schedule.
A big part of the problem is that, even though the boys don’t need to be at school until 7:45 AM, the bus comes at 7:00 AM. The trouble with this is that ours is among the last stops of the morning, meaning that the boys get to school half an hour earlier than they need to be there. Believe me, an extra half hour of sleep would make a huge difference to a kindergartner adjusting to his new routine. We’ve tried to compensate by moving up bedtime, but there’s only so much you can do on that end — as it is, the boys are in bed by 7:30 PM on school nights.
Unfortunately, we’re not really in a position to complain… The district’s response will be that some of the kids on the same route get picked up as early as 6:25 AM, so 7:00 AM is fantastic by those standards. Moreover, the elementary, middle and high school start times and somewhat condensed, so they have to start the elementary bus routes God-awful early or the buses wouldn’t be able to make their next scheduled run. As an aside, this is totally backwards from the school scheduling we had when I was a kid — back then, high school started earliest, junior high started next, and elementary school kicked off last at 9:00 AM.
Anyway, back to the story at hand… Right as the bus came into view, Son #3 hustled back up the driveway to his mom and started pitching a fit about not wanting to go to school. I grabbed his hand and led him down the bus, but it was still a no go. Even after I picked him up and set him on the top step of the bus he tried scrambling past me, tears in his eyes. Ultimately, mom came to the rescue, scooped him up (after a struggle) and deposited him in a window seat, blocked into place by Son #2.
Between Son #2 barfing on the bus on the first day of school and this, I’m hoping that the worst is behind us.