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?
*Sigh*
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
*Sigh*
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?
Oh Maria - what a day! I can totally relate to dropping off your little one and him completely flipping out. My oldest did the same thing in preschool and it just made my heart melt. I couldn't hardly stand it. But after a few days she got used to and loved it. Also, my youngest was even worse than that. For the first entire week of kindergarten, she cried histerically and would grab onto my leg, begging me not to leave. I felt like a terrible mother, even though I knew it wasn't my fault. It was awful, so bad that one day that I too was in tears and the teacher had to come over to consol me :) One day I ended up sitting in the back of the classroom on a little chair just so she would stop crying. But with alot of patience and love it did get better. But its just something that sometimes takes some time. The good thing is that he was happy when you picked him up which means he really is enjoying it and things really aren't that bad - its just the drop off that is hard. Some little ones just have a harder time with the dropp off. I will be thinking of you!!!
ReplyDeleteFirst, Thanks for leaving a comment!! I really enjoy hearing other people's stories. Ok, so I feel better that your girls did this too. My oldest NEVER did. So, I was in a bit of shock today. You are so right I felt like a terrible mom but I also wanted to hurt him at the same time :) I sat in my car and cried once I finally got him to stay in class. Oh the joys of little ones. I am praying he will do better on Monday. He said he was excited to go. Fingers crossed!! Thanks again for sharing your experiences!
ReplyDeleteHi Maria, This is Jeni D. My middle is the one who does this ALL THE TIME and it is HORRIBLE. She goes in crying and leaves happy. She tries to talk herself into it but can't quite hold it together, but each time she goes she feels good about the accomplishment.
ReplyDeleteIt is exhausting for us parents and a big pain in the butt. Good for you for having him stay! Cara cried 3 of 4 days last week...and she loves school! Makes me CRAZY. Good luck!
Thanks Jeni! I have a feeling I am going to need it. :) By the way, I LOVE that picture of the girls!
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