Just picture me wearing a cape and a turban with an envelope to my forehead a la Johnny Carson. I say “classroom changes, special occasions, and Papa comes to town”. Then I rip open that envelope to reveal a piece of paper that says……
Why is your son having so many meltdowns? Baddum, ching.
Life would be so much easier if I was Carnac the Magnificent, wouldn’t it? At least there might be a few more laughs. Couldn’t really bring many more groans…..maybe.
There have been a lot of changes around here lately. E doesn’t do so well with change. He doesn’t realize he doesn’t do well with change. He is only five after all. But yes, a lot of change. He’s not doing so well. When he doesn’t do well, neither do the rest of us.
First there was parent/teacher conferences.
“He is doing so well!”, Mrs. W exclaimed.
“Wonderful!!” we replied.
“He exceeded our expectations in his reading testing”.
“We want to integrate him into the full size kindergarten class for reading time, just a half hour each day”.
“It’s worth a try”, we concluded.
He loves going to the other class. The kids there love him. He is SO proud of himself. He is doing amazingly well. So well, in fact, that Mrs. W wants to up his time from a half hour each to an hour and a half. It’s awesome. It really, truly is wonderful. We are so, so proud of him. The only problem is that one, seemingly innocent change has made him extremely exhausted at the end of the day. Add on top of that the time change and the seasonal shift, and he’s starting to lose it a little.
Not to mention that today is my birthday. We went out to dinner. Where it was really noisy. And took nearly two hours from start to finish.
Did I mention I’m pregnant? More change.
Oh, and my dad is in town. He normally stays with us when he visits. This time he’s here for business, and staying in a hotel. More change. See where I’m heading with this?
Oh, hello there, end of rope. Yep, it’s me Brooke. Nope, can’t say that I missed you all that much either.
This evening ended with a meltdown. And then a half hour long rehashing of why Papa is not staying at our house. Another meltdown. And another……this time mine. Finally, my knight in shining armor (otherwise known as my awesome husband) saved the day and whisked crabby Sir E to a land far, far away. WalMart.
I got a small break. E got some chapstick. We both somehow regained our sanity, and now he is sleeping. Phew!So now I sit here reminding myself that tomorrow is a new day. Including a meeting with a new OT. Hopefully she can help, heaven knows I need all the help I can get.
For now I have a piece of cheesecake and American Idol calling my name. We all process things differently, remember? Of course you do. I’m sure you’re right there with me. Hang in there…..we can do this!