No separation anxiety here. (Yet.)
School starts slowly. The first few days are half days; in the afternoon are appointments for the teachers to do beginning-of-the-year testing with each child individually. I've never heard of another school that does it this way. But maybe I'm not a very good listener.
The nervous energy comes home with Noah at noon. It spins off him and slaps the walls of house repeatedly. All afternoon. Sometimes, the reverberation collides with Mattias or Trixie. I find myself issuing time outs on top of Times Outs! Even though the time outs are obviously not working. "Be gentle! Slow down! Think about what you are doing!" Lately, I find it most effective to take Noah aside, ensure eye contact at eye level, and appeal to his sense of greatness. "Maybe you see other kids doing that, but that doesn't mean you should do it, too. I want you to be a loving, caring person. I want you to take care of other people, for your whole life. How can you do that if you aren't practicing now, at home, with your brother and sister?"
Until I hear otherwise, I choose to believe that the kids save their most angelic behavior for other adults and keep The Rest for me, the person with whom they are most comfortable. It's an HONOR, I try to convince myself, eyebrows raised. Well, at least this way, I can see IT, know IT, address IT. Now is my chance, I think, while I still have influence.