Forgive me...this post will be rambling. This morning I'm just feeling very bleah. For two mornings this week, my younger daughter played donkey. She wasn't getting dressed. She wasn't putting on shoes. She wasn't brushing teeth. She dug in her sweet little heels and did a full refusal on getting ready for school.
I wish, so very much, that I had some infinite supply of patience and great, logical tools to deal with such bouts of resistance. Instead, I got from asking, to instructing, to insisting, to demanding, to yelling, to feeling like I want to cry. Mornings should be filled with a gentleness and soft voices. It's my time to get my girls ready to start their day over at the big elementary school. It's a time I am protective of and I HATE it when it goes badly.
My husband took the girls to school and I insisted that he walk our younger daughter in. It breaks my heart to send her out of the car with a big, red, crying face. I stayed behind listing all of my failures. Why do moms do this? I should get her up earlier so there's less of a time crunch. There was an issue of one last piece of homework that needed to get done. I shouldn't have let that happen. She was tired because she went to bed a little late. My fault.
Two of my friends are teachers and they said this is the time of year they dread. The kids have spring fever. They're ready for summer. Consistently behavior declines and frustration rises. Maybe that's what we're experiencing. In fact, my older daughter is having issues on the playground for the first time.
As the weather warms and afternoons stay lighter longer, the tendency is to relax. Instead, I believe I should get more structured just to hold this ship together through our remaining weeks of school. Early bedtimes, early rises, all homework done immediately following school, outfits picked out the evening before for the next day... At least when we have another crummy morning I'll feel like I did everything I could to prevent it. Hmph. I can only hope my little cherub is having a good day and I'm the only one sitting around with a heavy heart.
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