Wednesday, August 29, 2012

5th and 11th graders

Here are some pics of the first day of school. You can sort of see Sara in the first one. She has dance 1st period so she has to go to school in her dance stuff.

TC has done well so far. I think the work they are sending home is waaay above his level but he has an aide and I did send a note for his teacher so hopefully I will get some feedback.

All I know is he is not crying and hating his teacher this year. We dealt with the same teacher  for 4 years and he always told me she was "fake"....imagine that.  Last year they mainstreamed him more and he had 2 great teachers who I know loved him.

One good thing is I start my new job next week and I will have normal hours and will be home by 5:30 instead of 8:45 every evening. I am so hacky!!!!

Sunday, August 26, 2012

First day

Tomorrow is the first day of school.

I am nervous. TC goes to a new school and will have special needs classes and two mainstream classes. He will have an aide.

TC still does not read, he can read a few sight words but that is it. He is learning, but slowly. He is smart and can figure things out pretty easily but school is a struggle still.

I worry about kids mistreating him.  He is different and in our society, if you are different in any way, you get treated badly at times. We all know how it is.

This Mom is a bit worried....hoping it all goes well.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Good day

Today was a pretty good day. Sara got her new glasses. We took the kids to Shenaniganz to play video games and laser tag. TC was worn out afterward...see!

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Momma guilt

This morning Tc had a huge meltdown.

Over poop.

He had an upset tummy and ended up getting poop on his hand when wiping. Which led to a huge cryfest. I told him "Hey it's okay, we all get poop on us sometimes!"

I helped wash him up and told him to wash his hands really well.

I went back in the bathroom to see he had thrown a new, unused roll of toilet paper in the toilet.

And I lost it! I went into a tirade about how we "don't waste" and that was not necessary to throw a whole unused roll of toilet paper into the toilet.

He cried and felt so bad. Then I felt so bad.

He said, "I am going to run away and get a new family and a new life."

Oh the drama.

So I held him and told him I was sorry for getting upset and if he ever runs away I will cry and cry. And afterwards he said, "Okay mom, you forgive me and we are friends?"

My answer, "Of course. We are best buddies!"