It’s been a day. The girl vs. school saga continues. According to her teacher she is doing better in the classroom, but our start to each day has been going downhill rapidly. Begging and pleading to stay home, tears, and today we added screaming to the mix.
She was a mess when we put her on the bus (and her problem is not the bus, it’s just that she’s making herself sick with worry about what is coming after the bus ride) and clung to Josh like a mussel on a rocky cliff. He was finally able to pry her hands from around his neck and shove her into the bus monitor’s arms as he ran off.
OK, fine, whatever. New things are hard for her. I can sympathize. I had a meeting at school during the day and peeked though a window a few times and she was playing with friends and not crying. Yay.
But when the kids got home the boys reported that she cried all the way to school and then when it was time to get off the bus she started screaming that she wasn’t going and holding on to the bus seat and the bus monitor had to unwrap her arms from around the seat and carry her off the bus. Oh hell no. Mama was pissed. You can be nervous, but you can’t be a brat.
First up: apology letter to the bus attendant, who doesn’t get paid enough to deal with that kind of drama. Second: no more screaming. We have gone from earning rewards for good behavior to making poor behavior a punishable offense. I am done.
Ending with a sunset — it could almost be LA if it weren’t for the Arabic signage. Happy today is over, but that means another morning bus ride is right around the corner. Oh, help.