Workin' the Kinks Out
Though yesterday was a great day of grade 1 I think it's going to take a while to get used to this every day thing. This morning my daughter was very emotional! She was upset she didn't have different indoor shoes even though she didn't have to have any. She was very concerned that I didn't know all the answers about exactly what shoes she needs when and why. She also was able to tie laces and has forgotten so the gym shoes she does have need practice before she takes them to school. This was all very upsetting and we spent a few minutes of our walk to school discussing how it's only the second day and it's going to take a while to sort out all the details. She was also adamant that we needed to go early and I had to pick up some blue piece of paper or else she would not be allowed into her class. She was completely annoyed with me for suggesting that if it was important her teacher would have sent me a note. I did agree to take her to the office though, just so we could sort this all out.
One problem somewhat tackled. Then I hear my son screeching! He fell on the path and skinned both his knees. It was his worst skinning yet and nothing I could do about it. Thankfully I had the wagon with me so he was able to ride the rest of the way. He continued to wail the remainder of the trip. Though I was understanding of the fact that it must really hurt it still did not prevent me from being slightly embarrassed by the loud death rattles coming from behind me. I then proceeded to announce to the people that looked at me funny that he had fallen and skinned his knees. Just to make sure they noticed his red and bleeding knee caps. I asked him to calm down repeatedly, promised that I would help him out as soon as we got home and told him that I know it hurts but to please take some deep breaths. It did nothing.
Once we arrived at the school office they offered him some help in the form of bandages. However he hates wearing them so he angrily refused, almost acting insulted that they would dare to threaten him when he was already feeling down. They then offered one of his favorite things, and ice cube in a plastic bag. He is constantly requesting ice packs at home for such life threatening injuries as tipping over on the couch or getting looked at funny. This time though he had worked himself up into a mood. He wanted nothing to do with that ice cube and he would scream at me if I suggested it. It was then that I mentioned, "If it's so serious maybe I should take you to the hospital." Since they have been to the hospital to visit their Grandma who spent a fair length of time there this usually induces visions of being required to lay in bed for days on end with nothing to do while being tortured in some painful way by the doctors. It can really stop a pity party cry in it's tracks but this one had some semblance of true pain so all he then did was add a loud "NO" to his whining and crying.
So he was left to moan on the chair by the door and we continued with the other reason we had traveled to the office. The all powerful blue piece of paper that would either confirm or deny her admission into school. The secretary listened to her explanation then brought out the blue late slips. She explained to my daughter how she only needs them when she's late. She told her that if she goes into class without it and the teacher has already said she isn't there then they will call me and ask where she is and we will think she is lost. "It's just for safety." she exclaimed and told her she didn't need one cause she was still 10 minutes early. That's when my daughter burst into tears. I guess going to school every day is a little overwhelming at first. I could see the secretary felt really badly that she was crying but she sometimes just gets hyper concerned with the little details and can't handle when they don't work the way she thought they should. The secretary was fantastic though, she told her that she was very smart to remember about the blue paper and it was brave to come and check it out and make sure. They went to get her a sticker too because as everyone knows, stickers are magical tear stoppers. In hind sight I should have seen if they had a sticker for my son too who was still crying in the seat behind us.
Finally she was dropped off after wading through the chaos of all the 5 or 6 grade one classes crowded around one door with no clue where to line up and we headed home. One of my son's little friends offered him part of a granola bar. He was angrily refused and we had made it more than half way home before the crying became more of an intermittent whimper. I managed to get him cleaned up and to even agree to some bandages once we got home. A bit of a rest on the couch with a granola bar (this one was okay though the other one was not) made him feel almost better.
Since his daddy is on night shift they did some manly monster truck watching while I went to pick up his sister from school. I wondered what sort of a reaction I was going to get since she had seemed so overly emotional when I dropped her off. When she eventually burst out of the building she almost bowled me over and pronounced, "BEST...DAY...EVER!" I guess things turned around.
One problem somewhat tackled. Then I hear my son screeching! He fell on the path and skinned both his knees. It was his worst skinning yet and nothing I could do about it. Thankfully I had the wagon with me so he was able to ride the rest of the way. He continued to wail the remainder of the trip. Though I was understanding of the fact that it must really hurt it still did not prevent me from being slightly embarrassed by the loud death rattles coming from behind me. I then proceeded to announce to the people that looked at me funny that he had fallen and skinned his knees. Just to make sure they noticed his red and bleeding knee caps. I asked him to calm down repeatedly, promised that I would help him out as soon as we got home and told him that I know it hurts but to please take some deep breaths. It did nothing.
Once we arrived at the school office they offered him some help in the form of bandages. However he hates wearing them so he angrily refused, almost acting insulted that they would dare to threaten him when he was already feeling down. They then offered one of his favorite things, and ice cube in a plastic bag. He is constantly requesting ice packs at home for such life threatening injuries as tipping over on the couch or getting looked at funny. This time though he had worked himself up into a mood. He wanted nothing to do with that ice cube and he would scream at me if I suggested it. It was then that I mentioned, "If it's so serious maybe I should take you to the hospital." Since they have been to the hospital to visit their Grandma who spent a fair length of time there this usually induces visions of being required to lay in bed for days on end with nothing to do while being tortured in some painful way by the doctors. It can really stop a pity party cry in it's tracks but this one had some semblance of true pain so all he then did was add a loud "NO" to his whining and crying.
So he was left to moan on the chair by the door and we continued with the other reason we had traveled to the office. The all powerful blue piece of paper that would either confirm or deny her admission into school. The secretary listened to her explanation then brought out the blue late slips. She explained to my daughter how she only needs them when she's late. She told her that if she goes into class without it and the teacher has already said she isn't there then they will call me and ask where she is and we will think she is lost. "It's just for safety." she exclaimed and told her she didn't need one cause she was still 10 minutes early. That's when my daughter burst into tears. I guess going to school every day is a little overwhelming at first. I could see the secretary felt really badly that she was crying but she sometimes just gets hyper concerned with the little details and can't handle when they don't work the way she thought they should. The secretary was fantastic though, she told her that she was very smart to remember about the blue paper and it was brave to come and check it out and make sure. They went to get her a sticker too because as everyone knows, stickers are magical tear stoppers. In hind sight I should have seen if they had a sticker for my son too who was still crying in the seat behind us.
Finally she was dropped off after wading through the chaos of all the 5 or 6 grade one classes crowded around one door with no clue where to line up and we headed home. One of my son's little friends offered him part of a granola bar. He was angrily refused and we had made it more than half way home before the crying became more of an intermittent whimper. I managed to get him cleaned up and to even agree to some bandages once we got home. A bit of a rest on the couch with a granola bar (this one was okay though the other one was not) made him feel almost better.
Since his daddy is on night shift they did some manly monster truck watching while I went to pick up his sister from school. I wondered what sort of a reaction I was going to get since she had seemed so overly emotional when I dropped her off. When she eventually burst out of the building she almost bowled me over and pronounced, "BEST...DAY...EVER!" I guess things turned around.
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