Post by redheadbaker on Sept 13, 2017 7:47:04 GMT -5
I was really anxious about how drop-off would go this morning. The plan was to drop him off with a neighbor (whom he had met once for about 2 minutes), who would take him to school with her two boys.
He did great! No tears at the neighbor's house, and she texted me that he did not cry when it was time to go into the school!
Post by jeaniebueller on Sept 13, 2017 8:40:48 GMT -5
My DS, who formerly was humiliated if I attempted to walk him into school, has requested that I walk him in and to class with him because "he is having a rough year." He won't really tell me why but i suspect its because one of his buddies switched schools and he doesn't have a lot of friends in his class. He even hugged me goodbye which would be unheard of before. Womp womp.
Man, back to school time is a roller coaster. DD wandered into my room last night at 9:45 because she just needed to be with me, and then told me she's just nervous about school. We talked and it's not related to the kids, teachers, or anything concrete, just that she feels intimidated by how long the school year feels right now. Last week she was bouncing with excitement about school.
And of course, once she was settled back in bed, and I was going to have a whole 15 minutes to read before I needed to go to sleep, DS started crying, didn't settle until 11, started up again at midnight, and then fussed at least three more times through the night that he settled back down before I got up.
Post by 2curlydogs on Sept 13, 2017 9:01:18 GMT -5
Today is picture day and both kids were a hot fucking mess. Especially the littlest one. B turned it around and got dressed and stuff without complaint, but trying to get him out of bed was like pulling teeth.
My oldest turns 20 tomorrow. TWENTY. I'm having trouble with this one. When I was her age, I was already married to her dad. It's so weird to know she's that old. I don't feel old.
My poor H had to take DS (and by extension DD) to urgent care tonight because he shoved a bean up his nose. I travel for work a couple of nights twice a year. Guess where I am. That's some rotten timing. Then on the way home from urgent care DS told H that his buddy had shoved a bean up his nose too so my H called his mom in a panic to tell her to check. He said he could tell she thought he was crazy. Not sure to laugh or be embarrassed by this one.
Post by meshaliuknits on Sept 13, 2017 22:38:58 GMT -5
My daughter is being moved from one dance class to another b/c she's not at the right level. Which would be fine if I had overestimated her talent level. But I didn't. The class she's in is marked for beginner/ returning & the one they want to move her to is listed as returning. How am I supposed to freaking figure that out?
R slept through the night last night! It was glorious (once I figured out that she was in fact breathing in her crib - she was in the same spot all night!)
R slept through the night last night! It was glorious (once I figured out that she was in fact breathing in her crib - she was in the same spot all night!)
The first time DD slept through the night, MH and I woke up and looked at each other and then the clock and said, "Wow, she didn't wake up all night!"
And then "OH MY GOD" and we scrambled for the bassinet.
I still check on her a few times during the night if I'm still awake. Lately she's been rotating herself in the bassinet to the point where she winds up perpendicular to how I first laid her down.
Post by penguingrrl on Sept 14, 2017 8:40:19 GMT -5
My 8 year old insisted on biking to school alone starting today! I'm simultaneously proud and nervous! It's a little over a mile, quiet streets and crossing guards, so I have no reservations about her safety. But my baaaaby!
I dutifully got a pic of her heading off then snuck the 4 year old into the car and drove after her stealthily to make sure she got to school okay. She also won't let me pick her up anymore. So weird to watch her just leave!
Also, selfishly I will miss the forced exercise lol! I was riding with my 45 lb 4 year old attached in a "hitchhiker" attachment and it was a good extra workout twice a day that I likely won't carve into my schedule otherwise.
Post by eponinepontmercy on Sept 14, 2017 8:52:45 GMT -5
I have gotten two emails from DD's old school. I guess no one updates their contact lists when parents leave. One was from her teacher last year, which was about early dismissal stuff and actually meant for the principal. (DH's uncle - same last name).
Today, I got an email about background checks for my BIL and SIL. She and I have the same name, but come on. Check the email address before you send stuff. That's definitely more sensitive information.
B walked into school in stocking feet and put his shoes on in the hallway.
OMG. DD has one job in the morning, and it is to get herself ready- dressed, brush her hair, and put on socks and shoes. She doesn't even eat breakfast at home. 25 MINUTES after she was out of bed, 5 minutes before we needed to be walking out the door, she wanders back out of her room still in pj's. I feel bad going all Batman on her because her allergies are bugging her and she's super congested in the morning, but OMG what was she doing in there! She put her socks and shoes on in the car while I dropped DS at preschool.
B walked into school in stocking feet and put his shoes on in the hallway.
OMG. DD has one job in the morning, and it is to get herself ready- dressed, brush her hair, and put on socks and shoes. She doesn't even eat breakfast at home. 25 MINUTES after she was out of bed, 5 minutes before we needed to be walking out the door, she wanders back out of her room still in pj's. I feel bad going all Batman on her because her allergies are bugging her and she's super congested in the morning, but OMG what was she doing in there! She put her socks and shoes on in the car while I dropped DS at preschool.
We are really struggling with mornings since school started. I've been rolling into work at 9am because of them.
Evenings are less of a shitshow, but now that B has "real" homework to complete it's getting harder, too. Especially since he has soccer practice twice a week.
Oh. Related rant: So, H coaches B's soccer team. On Tuesday H didn't get B home from practice until 7:30 because he was "talking with the other coaches." To which I said "No. Never again. If you have questions, you send an email after the kids are in bed. You do not compromise his school work and ability to get a good meal and a solid night's sleep."
Because OF COURSE they didn't get in bed until 8:30 (in part because the next day was picture day and they were filthy and needed a shower - WHICH HE KNEW ALL ABOUT so it's not like this just magically popped up). SO OF COURSE he woke up at 1am. SO OF COURSE he slept in until 7:15. That's what they DO.