Well the first day of school actually went off with out a hitch.
The boys woke up in a good mood, ate breakfast, picked up their backpacks and got in the car, early I might add.
I dropped off R1 and as we were pulling away from the curb, R2 rolls down the window and yells at him to have a great day and he loves him. And R1 didn't even hear him.
As we road down the street to R2's school he told me that I could just drop him off in the drop off line and there was no need for me to get out of the car. I quickly corrected him and told that I would get out of the car and walk him in every first day of school until he started Jr. High School so he just better get used to it.
Anyway we walked into R2's home room and his teach met us at the door. We love his homeroom teacher. He had her in first grade and she moved up this year. We are both totally excited! She told him to hang his backpack on the back of any seat where he wanted to sit. So he walked over to a chair and put his stuff down and then announced he was going to the gym where all third graders go in the morning. He gave me a quick hug and was gone. His teacher and I just looked at each other and shook our heads. And then I left to go to work.
I left work early and made my way back to the school to pick up R2. And promptly at 3:10 he came out of the building and got in my car and asked me for something to eat. Then we headed over to R1's school to pick him up. He saw me pull up into the pick up lane and got in my car and the promptly asked me for something to eat. I think the theme here was they were starving. So we headed home where they each got a snack.
Right after dinner we hanging out and talking at the table and R2 tells me that he doesn't like school and doesn't want to go back. When I asked why he said that third grade was to much work. I hate to break it to him but it only gets worse from here out.
So I day one of the 2013-2014 school year is done and apparently according to R2 so are all the other days.