Isaiah Joseph,

Being a mom is a constant reminder that I in no way have my life together. I managed to get everyone out of the house with lunches and snacks and to school on time. You’d think that I was successful, right? Well I knew Elijah got out a little earlier today, but I thought he got out at 3:15pm instead of 3:25pm. As I’m sitting in the car line waiting to pick Ellie up from her first day at 2:45pm, I got a call from Elijah’s teacher and his first day actually ended today at 2:35pm.

I apologized a million times to his teacher and there’s actually another kid there with him, too. The second you get too excited and think you managed to have a flawless first day, reality comes and slaps you hard in the face. I’m not at all surprised I got confused and messed this up. I’m going to have to look at his teacher’s “about me” paper and buy her a few of her favorite things for this blunder.

I also had an interview today for a long-term sub position. I tanked the interview, my baby. At one point I was answering questions, while asking myself in my head what the heck I was talking about. I’m glad I did the interview because it’s been a solid ten years since I’ve had a teaching interview and I got it over with. It’s actually quite funny how rough it was, which is one little positive aspect. Before, I would have let this get to me and just tear myself down over and over for the ridiculous answers and tell myself that I will never be able to get a job. Instead, I called daddy to laugh about how bad it was, I called Gma, I texted Aunt Michelle, I told Miss Whitney, and I made sure to tell each of your siblings how bad I did when I picked them up. There will be other opportunities, at least I got the initial interview out of the way.

Your siblings all had great days at school, even though some of them spent more time today than they were supposed to. You can tell in Ellie’s picture how nervous she was this morning. She was spiraling before she left, kept asking me questions, and when I didn’t know the answers I was met with attitude and “how do you not know, you went to middle school?!?!?!”. However, everyone came home happy and much more relieved. Daddy and I talked and we said we thought you were with your siblings today, cheering them on.

I wish you were here to tell me about the first day of fourth grade. I love you more than anything, my baby boy. Goodnight and sweet dreams.