Of School and Scones

Mama just called that her meeting is over and she is on her way home. She should be here in 15 minutes so I've popped a batch of our favorite scones in the oven. Because we're going to need to talk. See, she hasn't been at work.

She's been at a meeting about kindergarten.

Tonight was the first informative meeting about our kids entering school next year. And she went to get all the forms and information. She missed dinner and tuck-in, which I handled myself (though, an hour later, they are still awake and chatting, intentionally and secretly hiding critters and loveys and Shirt so that we have to search for them). All at my own request. I didn't want to go to the meeting. Which surprised the few people who knew in advance. I mean, I'm the stay-at-home mom and school is my domain, as are all occasions when any socializing or ingratiating might be required. This meeting clearly fell within my purview.

And I didn't want to go. Is it because I'm stressful about school? Sure. Not really ready yet for our path to kindergarten to begin in earnest? Uh-huh. Willing to trust the first meeting to a cooler, calmer head so that we get all the facts straight? You bet. All of it and more, I'm sure.

So, I'm here at home baking, waiting for Mama to come home from school. Just as I will be for the kids come September.