Well, today is one of those days.
Clue number one should have been when I didn't get up in time to do my morning run. Clue number two should have been when I was rushing around like a crazy person to get the older kids to school on time. Side note: Can someone please tell me why it is so dang hard to get everyone ready and out the door on school mornings?
As we are pulling up to the school my best behaved older child is so happy and excited for school and my blue eyed not so happy child says, "I'm not going today. I will go another day." I try to explain as I am getting all three boys out and putting backpacks on that sometimes we don' get to choose what we are doing and this is one of those times.
I drop my Kindergartner off and he is all smiles. I go across the hall, set my 300lb baby down (car seat+baby= holy heaviness) and all of a sudden it was like a devilish child took my sweet little boy. My blue-eyed
Yep, that was my kid.
So, I decide after 15 minutes to take him in the car and then go back in. At this point I feel like I could have the big one. I soon realize this is just a battle of wills and I will win even if I myself have the big one in the process.
After 40 minutes of tears, discipline and love I tell him he is going in and if he cries the entire time that's fine. Much to his dismay we get out of the car, I get my 300lb car seat out and we head towards the school. At this point my stomach hurts because I know he is going to flip out once we get in but I have to make him go in right? If I don't he will do this everyday he goes to preschool.
We get inside his class and here we go, again the tears start flowing. He says, "They did everything without me." At this point I just want to take him home and cancel preschool all together. I look at is teacher and whisper I am taking him home and we will try again on Monday. Feeling completely defeated an alarm starts going off. Don't worry its just a FIRE DRILL.
Are you flippin kidding me.
The blue eyed monster starts crying because now he is scared. The teacher says everyone has to get out.
At this point I am feeling like Jesus himself pulled the alarm just for me. I quickly tell Mason he has to get in line fast because they all have to go outside. I then make a b line for the other door. Not looking back... I get ready to go out to my car when I look up. Guess whose class is standing beside MY van? They have the entire friggin parking lot. Why are you beside MY van. I then have to hide, squatted down beside a van so he can't see me. Keep in mind I still have my 300lb little man attached to my arm. After 10 minutes I look back and I am in the clear and I see my SWEET little man just as happy as can be walking in his class hand in hand with a friend.
At this point I am feeling mentally and physically exhausted and it's only 9:15. I decide to still stick with my original agenda and go to the grocery. As I am leaving I dig in my purse... Where are my keys? I then look in the car seat to make sure I didn't put them beside my sweet little baby. Nope. I then look in the car and sure enough one pair of keys sitting on the passenger seat.
Seriously, am I on candid camera? Did Ashton Kutcher decide to start a new Punk'd?
I make the dreaded phone call to Mr. Compassion and tell him what happened. He thinks I am playing a joke on him. Soon enough he comes to my rescue.
I came then went to pick up my Blue-eyed
I DEMAND a pay increase. I don't get paid nearly enough for this job they call, Motherhood.
So, I would LOVE to know any tips you have on getting your child to not flip the frig out everytime you drop them off at school?