3.11.09

As far as today goes it was a real hum dinger.

I wake up with difficulty, still adjusting to the time change of spring. I feel sick in the morning. Sailor sleeps in and I share the morning routine with just Mac. It's nice. Sailor is not nice when he wakes. Mac is very late to school.

Sailor continues to demand that I stay at his enrichment class because sometimes I was late picking him up at preschool. When he is older and understands the concept of time perhaps he will understand and believe me when I tell him I was not late. I showed up at 4:00, the time school ended. It was the other moms who showed up early that made me look bad in his eyes.

It’s all too much for me to write. The day. The effort of it.


After school I have to run to get Mac. Leave Sailor with Dad. He is screaming. “I want to be with you!” I know he can’t walk fast enough and I have just 10 minutes to get to school. Which I can do. But Sailor can’t. I get Mac. He is angry with me. “You sent me to school in these shoes! You knew I would step in mud!” He actually says this. And I say,, “WHAT did you just say to me?!” These are his new shoes. I don’t care about the mud. It’s the accusation that stings. And then he goes on about how the teacher was angry that he had left his boots at home and had to play outside in his SHOES and then he got mud on her floor and she had to SWEEP it up and she asked him to clean the mud out of his shoes but he had nothing to clean them with. And this is MY fault. Because it was neither raining nor snowing this morning and I saw no reason to make Mac wear his winter boots to school. My G-D!

I am so done with school! So. Done!

I email the teacher when we got home. My brand new DustBuster, which Sailor gave me for Christmas, is in a bag ready to go to school with Mac tomorrow. Yet I am torn between the statement this makes and wanting to just keep Mac home for the rest of the week. If only he hadn’t missed two days of last week with the flu…