I am not sure I can explain it but I am going to try.
I feel like something is missing.
At the old school, I did lots. Everyone knew who I was. I was at meeting 4 or 5 nights a month. My phone rang constantly.
Now? I don’t do a darn thing. I know the people who jumped ship from the old school and came to the new one with us but that is it.
I drop Noodle off and drive away. At old school I was there about an hour every morning.
I told Hubs I wasn’t going to get involved at new school like I did at old school.
Our old school friends teased me the night we went for Back to School Night when the mentioned there was a volunteer sign up sheet in the back of the room. I held strong though and have only commited to a 2 hour time slot at the school carnival in October.
For the most part I was ok with it. We have given more than our fair share of time over the past 8 years. I figured “let someone else do it”.
But…. (you should have seen this coming) then I see “me”. I see all the moms at the new school doing what I did at the old school and I don’t want to let everyone else do it.
This is not how I ever imagined it being. I remember when we registered Noodle for kindergarten and the office lady told us she would be in the “Class of 2010”. She said “it seems forever away but it will be here before you know it”. I wanted her to finish school where she started. Maybe its the military brat in me that feeds that desire. Don’t get me wrong, I am happy that we moved her. I never would have made it another year at old school, but it pisses me off every morning I drop her off that I don’t get to watch her run off to her group of friends that she has had since kindergarten and that she is the “new kid”.
Bing the new kid is hard, but so is being the new mom.