First day at kindergarden
Jun. 9th, 2011 10:36 amAnd it started yesterday with me bringing kid home early due to just not being able to stay in care one more minute without someone blowing a gasket at daycare. I mean - eating your lunch in the director's office because you can't sit and do it with your friends? And then still not getting it?
When he wouldn't nap, I took him home. He slept for nearly three hours. He then got it, chapter and verse, that no - we're not going to wheedle any more. You do - or do not - but if you do not, there are consequences.
One of them was the Daddy huggy at bedtime because he decided it would be better to be naughty instead. Uh no.
Man, all the apologies in the world and demands? Didn't get the huggy back. Who knew?
He's going to need to eat before going to school - new school doesn't do breakfasts, only lunch and snacks. Breakfast this AM? Let's see how long I can drag this out. Um, nope. That didn't work either.
I see a kid going hungry a few times in the near future until he figures it out. He surely did in foster care, but one can hope this will resolve. Trying to remember me at this age, I'm pretty sure some additional 'aids' were employed, including spankings and worse. (I know I spent a lot of time alone at the table after everyone else had left - sit me in front of cold, steamed spinach? I still can't eat that stuff.)
We got in, signed in and introduced - and kid essentially shut down. In the morning, this class draws and reads books. Old school? Toy play - and often more aggressive play than I was happy with. That's going to take some getting used to. (No, you will not get to make guns out of Legos and chase your friends around the room.) I talked him into drawing Daddy a picture, said my goodbyes - updated the teacher on yesterday's escapades and left for work. Felt like I just thrown him to very polite, orderly lions. They have awesome fish, though.
Got in earlier, even stopped at a better Starbucks - all good things. I just feel for him, though. And hate how breakfast didn't come together. Work in progress - guess I'm going to have to choose my battles with more care. (And not let Daddy decide that food that is a toy is what's for breakfast.)
Not a fun job today. Or an adventure.
When he wouldn't nap, I took him home. He slept for nearly three hours. He then got it, chapter and verse, that no - we're not going to wheedle any more. You do - or do not - but if you do not, there are consequences.
One of them was the Daddy huggy at bedtime because he decided it would be better to be naughty instead. Uh no.
Man, all the apologies in the world and demands? Didn't get the huggy back. Who knew?
He's going to need to eat before going to school - new school doesn't do breakfasts, only lunch and snacks. Breakfast this AM? Let's see how long I can drag this out. Um, nope. That didn't work either.
I see a kid going hungry a few times in the near future until he figures it out. He surely did in foster care, but one can hope this will resolve. Trying to remember me at this age, I'm pretty sure some additional 'aids' were employed, including spankings and worse. (I know I spent a lot of time alone at the table after everyone else had left - sit me in front of cold, steamed spinach? I still can't eat that stuff.)
We got in, signed in and introduced - and kid essentially shut down. In the morning, this class draws and reads books. Old school? Toy play - and often more aggressive play than I was happy with. That's going to take some getting used to. (No, you will not get to make guns out of Legos and chase your friends around the room.) I talked him into drawing Daddy a picture, said my goodbyes - updated the teacher on yesterday's escapades and left for work. Felt like I just thrown him to very polite, orderly lions. They have awesome fish, though.
Got in earlier, even stopped at a better Starbucks - all good things. I just feel for him, though. And hate how breakfast didn't come together. Work in progress - guess I'm going to have to choose my battles with more care. (And not let Daddy decide that food that is a toy is what's for breakfast.)
Not a fun job today. Or an adventure.