Things are looking up~ we have made it 4 whole school days with no tears from the Little Man. Thank the good Lord.
He has vacillated between not wanting to go to school at all (of course) to wanting to go back to his afternoon Kindergarten class (because of his great friends), but we are holding strong with both school attendance and morning class (because we are big, bad meanies).
Turns out he had a GREAT day at school yesterday. It was Fifties day. He had a root beer float, tied for blowing the biggest bubble with his gum, and got to take his choice of fifty things to class for counting.
We’ve been trying to tell him to hang in there and that it would get better…
The Girl has taken a disliking to her school planner, a nifty little calendar that I have wanted ever since I feasted my eyes on all 8 1/2 x 11 of that colorful paper…complete with inspiring sayings on each page. How could you not DESIRE to tote this from class to class, writing every single detail and then some in it, only departing from it to lie your head down on your pillow at night? I ask you, how?
Take it up with her. She’ll not be able to thoroughly explain it to your liking, but she’ll try her best. All I know is that at 10:30 night before last, it hit her how much she needed to like that planner when she thought she MIGHT have something due yesterday. Turns out it’s not due for another couple weeks.
These are the times as a parent that you desperately want to say, “I told you so…”
But you…
Well, yes…
You go ahead and say it.
Because you finally can.
And it feels good.
For at least 2.2 seconds…
Until you realize, oh yeah, it’s up to you to help them figure it all out.
Oh yeah…
Shoot.
Back to the drawing board.