Man, I had forgotten how hard the first two months are of Grade One. The sheer exhaustion of being in school all day long leaves them cranky, explosive, and so, so tired at the end of the day.
Poor Little Miss Sunshine can barely function – she comes skipping out of school each day, cheerfully hugging me and telling me school was, “GREAT!”, and then, within 10 minutes, she’s a blubbering mass who can barely make it home. Once there, she’s snappish and mean and every single thing is the “worst thing ever” or the “hardest thing ever” or the “meanest thing ever,” and oh Lord, am I ever counting the seconds to bedtime. GAH.
Yesterday at pickup this happened:
Her, bursting into tears three minutes after telling me she had a GREAT! day at school: I’m so sad!
Me: What’s wrong, honey?
Her: They [meaning her sick brother and sister] got to stay home, and I had to go to school!
Me: Well, they also had to feel terrible all day. And I thought you liked school?
Her: No, it is HORRIBLE. I hate school!
[A group of spirited young boys runs past us…]
Her, sobbing: And why are those boys RUNNING?
Me: I’m pretty sure they are playing some sort of tag.
Her: I HATE TAG.
Me: Good thing they didn’t ask you to play, then.
Her: What you even SAYING? THEY DON’T EVEN KNOW ME.
Me: That’s lucky then, isn’t it?
Her: Now you are just being FARTASTIC.
Me: What’s that now?
Her: FAR. TAS. TIC.
Her: I want to be home RIGHT NOW!
[Collapses on the ground wailing.]
Me: So do I, honey, so do I.
Eventually I dragged her to the car and we made it home, where I offered her a snack (met with hysterics), tried to help her with her homework (met with wails about how it’s all just TOO MUCH and NOT FAIR), and even attempted piano practice (which ended with her being sent upstairs for jammies a whole half hour early).
Holy Hannah, Grade Two cannot come soon enough.