You’re the boss, Brandice

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Friday’s are my favorite day…if Ben is off. He started working 4 10 hour days a while back. It’s been awesome. First of all, it saves us a little money in the gas and lunch department PLUS he can take Aidan to school for me and I don’t have to get 4 kids ready just to take 1 to school. That makes me happy.

This morning Ben was laying in bed and feeding Zoe for me. Zion walked in our room and said, “Mommy! It’s your friend Ben!” I giggled.

I have a plan today. Plans scare me because I am a procrastinator. Also, this plan involves the boys, and well, they’re crazy, but the plan is to start the boys on some activities and get them in a “schooling” mode. The boys hate any type of writing. Andrew usually falls in the floor and proclaims he can’t do it. Which is kind of crap, but true because he still doesn’t have lots of control over his hand when it come to writing, but he’s not interested in writing. I mean, how does writing help you pretend to be a pirate so you can kill princesses? Don’t worry, my friend Aaron gave him a talk about NOT killing the princesses, and how you want the princesses around. I think Andrew thinks princesses are bossy and complain a lot. I wonder who in our house could have given him THAT idea? So the plan is to read and build letters. Hooray! What a fun day!

I went to Aidan’s school the other day because they needed moms to volunteer to help paint snowmen shirts. The kids put their footprint on the shirt and then we turned it into a snowman. I was under the impression that I would be helping Aidan paint her snowman shirt, and she was under the same impression. But all the kids got to do was walk in, put their print on a shirt and go back to class. Then me and a bunch of moms painted these snowmen on these shirts.

This really made no sense to me. First of all, I expect to be getting some calls from the moms who were not there asking me to refund the amount of money they paid for their shirt. We had very limited supplies, and the shirts look like they were painted by Kindergartners. Second, why could the kids not help? All of their important morning stuff was over, and when I was leaving the kids were eating a snack and watching a movie. Could they not have bypassed movie time to paint a scarf and a hat on a shirt? This may be bothering me more than it should.

Because Aidan almost cried, her teacher told her to ask me if I wanted her to leave when I left. That was nice, but in the process her teacher said she was “very dramatic.” Well duh! But this is the first I’ve heard of her crying a lot at school. Her teacher has always just told me how sweet she was, which is great, but I asked Aidan if she cried a lot at school and she said, “yes.” Why did I not know about this? I could have been talking to her about it.

I am not trying to be all, “What did you do to make Aidan cry?” I know she’s dramatic. I feel like they led me to believe she wasn’t having any problems at school. Her report cards have been perfect, she hasn’t been in trouble once. They’ll let me know that she needs help on her academic stuff, but no one told me she was crying at school. As a matter of fact, they’ve told me she’s one who never “falls apart.” Which is just confusing. I am going to write a note to the teacher as soon as I have all this figured out in my head.

The other thing is, she has been falling apart way more at home since she started school. I don’t like not knowing what’s going on with her through out the day. Getting a Kindergartner to talk about stuff is like pulling teeth. I imagine someone at school isn’t doing what she wants them to do and it makes her angry so she cries. I just wish I had known! I figure these teachers have way more to worry about than Aidan being dramatic, and they probably didn’t feel it was important. It’s not that big of a deal, I was just completely unaware. How can I help her with something if I don’t know about it?

::le sigh:: I have vented, and probably been slightly dramatic. Thank you for your time.