This morning was the 5th morning of
unsuccessful yoga, as in, I didn’t do it (though I did try at the beginning of the
week). It was a straight sleep in, get
that extra 45 minutes of rest, and I’m grateful I did because it was a hell of
a morning: additional exploding eggs (well, not really exploding per se, but when I take the cap off the 3 minute eggs,
the eggs cracks open). Gas tank was on
near empty, coworker needed to stay home because she had injured her back, had
to find out when Ethan’s conference was so I knew if I had a chance to get the kids
from a friend’s or not. Just a
shitty-could-be-better, but-I’m-still-happy morning. Got to work and the normal chaos quickly
ensued…defiance, fits, etc. The neat
thing was that the colors today were pink (breast cancer awareness month), but
I only had a too-tight Johnny Cash shirt or the pink University of La Verne
shirt I got Maggie. Went with the second.
School was great, I was treated to Indian food by 3rd
block and my Kindred Spirit, which beat the salad I’d brought…again. The romance is beginning to die, but my pants
sure don’t like that. I was in the groove,
I quickly lost the groove. Mama’s gotta get her groove back, it’s
practically cranberry season. I left
immediately after school to go to Ethan’s conference. Oh, the joy that awaited me there.
I KNOW, I have
known for about 7 years that Ethan is not fond of school. I remember going into his pre-school classes
and work with him one-on-one because he just didn’t like it. It hasn’t changed much. The first conference with his initial teacher
was semi ok. He wasn’t shutting down yet. It was more than obvious that he’d rather be
elsewhere, but it was manageable. The
next room, however, with the next teacher was horrible – for everyone involved. Apparently there have been issues with
respect in the last couple of weeks, which was very surprising for the teacher,
who was his teacher in K/1. There was
also a misunderstanding yesterday and that really upset him, to the point where
he despised being there and I could
see the shut-down starting to take place.
In the third classroom, the teacher tried learning from him what had
upset him so greatly, yet he didn’t want to tell her. I was pleased that at the
very least, he was answering her, however briefly, but there was
communication. Once we left, dad and I talked
outside for quite a while. I mentioned
the damn iTouch and removing it, other stuff would also be removed. L talked to Ethan for a while, also. I’m not sure what was said, I was in the car
with Mags looking at his report card: a
D+ in history and an F in science. This
is really tough. This kid hates school,
so I’m going to take away the few things that are relaxing and enjoyable for
him …but there isn’t really any other way.
Life doesn’t work that way.
The kids hadn’t eaten all day, so I took them somewhere
for dinner. It was a nice break before the
storm I knew would soon be taking place.
Dammit. Being the mom sucks,
sometimes…especially when you’re on your own and no one else is there to support
you. My fortune said I would be happily
surprised by a long time friend. Ha!
<snort> I’ve gotten off that pony
on the carousel. <trying to live in
reality> We picked up a propane tank
for the chicken we are going to grill this weekend and dropped by The Bookery
where I hoped Ethan would pick out books he was interested in, but he refused
to even come inside (to be fair, he really had to pee>, so I grabbed a
couple of Steinbeck novels, Phantom in the Tollbooth and a couple more and we
headed home.
I took away the iTouch and he was livid. We had a talk after a while and
<naturally>, his anger is all my fault <I am kinda powerful> If only hadn’t
taken away the iTouch…it’s the weekend and there is no schoolwork! What else is there to do?? ~~Ummm…Ethan, I didn’t make you
anything. This is a natural consequence
for your schoolwork and lack of effort.
Everyone else is trying much harder than you and that needs to change.~~ He stomped out of the house <the usual
M.O.> and Annie, followed him through the broken screen door. We couldn’t find her anywhere..so Maggie and
I went back inside, thinking maybe Ethan had her. We started playing cards and within half an
hour, Ethan came back. It was till not a
good situation…he wanted to go ride somewhere on his bike and buy candy. Ummm…no.
Go find that puppy that followed you outdoors. Somehow, for some reason, Annie loves going
and sits in the neighbor’s backyard every time she runs out. She just sits there, doesn’t respond, doesn’t
bark..She’s weird. Ethan stomped nack
with Annie, and watched Maggei and I play in front of the Netflix
fireplace. I was yelling out the closed
captioning “Crackling!” “Popping!” and
when Maggie did it, she freaked me out and I spilled my hot tea all over Tanti’s
playing cards, so we spent the next 20 minutes drying them out (these are so
precious to me), then we played Mastermind instead. Ethan, who was sitting on the chair in the living
room fell asleep. I understand, It has
been a very emotionally-draining day.
Hopefully hiking will be fun tomorrow.
Pictures: Teapot; Festive sombrero at UM today; Report Card; an evening of Mastermind
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