So my oldest has started Kindergarten this year. Her birthday is in November and she was ready academically last year, but not socially, and we feel we made the right decision by sending her to a new school last year, but still in the Pre-K level so she wouldn’t be the youngest anymore. Over the last year, she has grown leaps & bounds in maturity and we were all very excited for school to begin. She was going to the same school we fell in love with last year, would be in a class of 15 kids (perfect class-size!), only 4 of whom are new. No worries, just excitement, right?
Then, school started.
While she would greet me at the school-doors happily, as soon as we walked out, my scary little tantrum thrower showed up. She’s almost 6 years old. When. Will. This. END?! I realize it’s an adjustment: she’s in a new classroom with new teachers, but she’s done this before. This is her 4th year of school, she should know the drill by now, right? Ugh. I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m raising Jekyll & Hyde. My oldest can be a very sweet, giving and empathetic darling; I’ve observed her talk her sister and friends out of a meltdown like a pro. When she is in the right situation, she is an amazing kid to be around. But when her routine is compromised, LOOK OUT!!
My oldest has always been one of those kids who thrive on routine… to our detriment. It’s always a struggle when anything major or minor about her routine is compromised. 15 months old, we wanted to move past the binky. She only slept with it, but I was so over it. Took us over 3 months to get rid of that thing, and it was rough. Little did I know how easy that would be compared to her giving up diapers! Even simple things about her current night-time routine, she HAS to have things done in a certain way, in a certain order — I can’t give her crackers for her snack, Daddy has to, etc. etc. Oh yeah, I could go on all day. She has been a challenge to raise. And, yes, I always ALWAYS feel guilty when I say that. Both my kids really are incredibly GREAT kids I love more than life itself!
We’ve had some pretty frustrating moments. Like when the hubs came home from work after a bad day, and I had an equally bad day so we both needed to get out of the house for dinner somewhere that served BEER. But, since he came home kinda late, we opted for the bar/grill a 1/2 mile from our house. Not our favorite place, but like I said, they had BEER. My oldest had her first full day of school that day. She was upset life went on without her… again. And when we took her to a restaurant she didn’t suggest, she screamed on the drive there. We got out of the car, she was still screaming, we walk in, and it’s loud and she screamed about that. We were seated in a corner booth, at the wall. So I had her face the wall, on the inside of the booth, trapped next to me, and there she sat, screaming about one thing or another… but no one could really hear her because it was just loud enough in there. It stressed the hubs out because he hadn’t dealt with the “afterschool monster” for 2 weeks straight like I had, but I sat there, ignored her, drank my beer, admired my youngest who was actually sitting & coloring for once instead of jumping all over the booth. The waitress knew what was going on, but honestly, the rest of the place couldn’t hear her. Sometimes, ya gotta take what you can get. We insisted on staying there, instead of giving her what she wanted and leaving. It was tough, but she hasn’t thrown a fit of that magnitude since.
Now, she’s sick. Poor kid woke up with a fever yesterday and has been off the last two days. Although she’s had a couple of rough moments, she really has been doing whatever she can to get herself feeling better and is looking forward to going back to school tomorrow. I’m a little nervous about her going back because I don’t know who I’m going to get when she gets out of school, but hopefully school will go back to being her routine and she’ll grow even further out of this tantrum-throwing monster phase. This is a phase right? I’m paying my dues now & I won’t have to deal with this again in 7-8 years? Right? RIGHT??
Keeping up with 2 little girls, writing assignments, music gigs, the house, laundry, ETC, backwards, wearing ass kicking boots and a smile, without spilling my beer. Ok, ok, so I spill my beer, but my floors have never been more germ-free since I started putting a little alcohol on them. Who needs ammonia...
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