Well, we survived the first week of new schools, new house and new everything.
Considering I was on my own for four days of it, with The Doctor away at a conference, I think it went pretty well. I managed to get to the parents' evening, thanks to my father who babysat. I managed to get them to school and back every day, without being late for anything or forgetting any games kit. We did all the homework. Littleboy 1 only lost one item of school uniform - and his teacher managed to find it again today.
On the downside, the weather has been completely foul and
I'm hating the London traffic. Since we left the number of parents in
"Chelsea tractors" seems to have proliferated and the driving become
more aggressive. Of course these same cars were everywhere on Long
Island, but at least there the roads are wide and the parking spaces
large. On South London's narrow, speed-bumped roads, trying to dodge big
shiny 4x4's filled with harried looking mothers is just not fun.
But at least the boys seem to have settled with remarkable ease. Littleboy 2 is quite the novelty in his new school as the only new pupil in Year 2. Everyone at the parents' evening had heard all about him, and he was even voted onto the "school council" by his classmates. (This involves going to see the headmistress once a week and solemnly reporting requests from his class. Apparently most of them are about whether the school can have a trampoline or a swimming pool).
Littleboy 1 pronounced his first day "awesome" and has been incredibly enthusiastic ever since. He's been put in the top group for football and is reassured to find that his classmates like Angry Birds and Star Wars just like the boys in America.
If only adults were as adaptable as children.....