So, DS2 had an epic fit at the book fair yesterday and climbed under a table and hid behind a pile of boxes. The librarian and a first grade teacher went in after him and I may have cried just out of frustration (seriously, this week can fuck off). Anyway, this morning at drop off teachers who weren't even there were asking me if I was ok and saying things like "you're a good mom, don't worry about it" and "is there anything I can do to help?".
I love that they care so much, but I feel like such a fucking idiot. Most of the people who know him were shocked because he is so well behaved at school and they had no idea that school DS2 and home DS2 are two completely different children.
Post by dizzycooks on Nov 13, 2015 10:29:34 GMT -5
I am so sorry. That sounds terrible. The actual event and your reaction to it. I definitely don't blame you though and I don't think anyone would judge your reaction. Sometimes, it's just too much.
I'm sorry you feel embarrassed, but you don't need to, EVERYBODY'S kid melts down at some point and EVERYBODY has melted with them at least once. It's probably good in a way for them to see what you see at home? And it's really nice that they care *hugs*
Thanks guys. Just this week has sucked. My washer and dryer broke within one day of each other and I was stressing out about spending the money to replace them. Then on Tuesday DS1's teacher wanted to talk to me because he wasn't doing his work in class and she sent home pages and pages of stuff he hadn't finished. Then I was stressing out because I felt like I let a friend down due to all of the above. Then when yesterday happened it was my "fuck it, I'm done" moment. Like I couldn't not cry if I wanted to.
I think tonight is an order takeout and drink a bottle of wine kind of night. TGIFF.
Recently we were at the drop-in centre we go to, and they had two plasma cars out to play with in the gym. DS took his turn, but he did.not.want to give it up to the next kid in line waiting to use it. He flipped out worse than I've ever seen before, with limbs flailing and everything, and it took all my strength to remove him from it so the next kid could have a turn. My eyes were full of tears and it took everything I had to keep them from starting to run down my face. That really sucked.
Aw man, don't feel bad, ds has pulled his fair share of wild animal child behavior in public. Too many to recount here...like that time at toys r us I had to carry him under my arm and leave because he wouldn't get up and he screamed bloody murder so loudly I am sure people thought I was kidnapping him from the hot wheels aisle or that other time he angry pooped while we were grocery shopping...or that time at Costco when he wanted to go home but I had the audacity to keep shopping so he cried and thrashed and it culminated with ds squirting his carrot Apple pouch all over the contents of the cart, and I was out of baby wipes in my purse yep, I feel you. We have all been there. Hugs!!
I feel better now. I love everyone at their school. I'm not gonna lie, I was a little bit afraid of that first grade teacher for most of last year, but she is seriously awesome. I don't know what she said to my kid to get him out from under that table but I think she might be some sort of magician.