It seems simple enough. What's the big deal? Summer is coming to an end and Connor is starting the first grade the girls are starting preschool, this is a good thing right? THEN WHY DO I FEEL THE NEED TO PULL MY HAIR OUT!
Last week was the first day of school on a Wednesday, incident free (I think).
Thursday I was told Connor had a hard day, not following directions, throwing temper tantrums stuff like that.
Friday he tried to bite his teacher! Another hard day.
Monday Mark takes him to school with me and Connor is crying and say's he doesn't want to go to school. So Mark decides he can come home... with out checking out. Everyone (mom and Quinn) is calling me on my cell phone all frantic saying that the school is looking for Connor. By the time we get home and call the school the police are at our door just to make sure everything is all right! Scary.
Tuesday he throws such a big fit throwing things, kicking, leaving the class by him self to kick the back packs out side on the ground. He gets sent to the principals office!
Wednesday (today) I'm crossing my fingers. Mark has strep throat, Carly and Chloe had to get shot's and pee in a cup, and I've agreed to baby sit Friday the same day I'll go back to the Dr. to have their TB test read. There's just a lot going on. But I feel better. We can do this. We will get into a routine and every thing will be all right. Like Richard Starskie say's "Stuffs get'en better".
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