Wednesday, September 5, 2012

First day of school = the firey gates of hell

The kids came back on August 28. That gave them exactly one week to re acclimate, and gave me exactly one week to want to hide in my closet with a few bottles of wine and someone to talk to (other than the kids).

They were very glad to be home and I was very glad to see them. Of course all that change + two very ADHD 10 year olds + a new house + new rooms + annoying rules (for them) = probably some of the worst behavior ever. Mostly from the kids.

Then came the first day of school. We all knew it was coming and we all knew it would be hell. The kids made it very clear they did NOT wish to be back in school or have anything to do with anything related to school, so you can imagine that the closer we got to the dreaded day after Labor Day, the worse their attitudes became. I was hoping for a good morning, but I really know better.

I did my very best to ignore all that bitching and moaning, but it all came to a head between 6 and 7 AM on that Tuesday morning. That's when the devil(s) showed up.

From the words "time to wake up for school" there were nothing but snarky comments about shirts being too big to wear and hair being "fine, so don't touch it" when in fact they both looked like Sideshow Bob from the Simpsons. I'm certain when I wasn't looking there were a few punches thrown and several "shut up"s tossed back and forth.

Everyone in the house was totally pissed off.

So needless to say there was no first day of fifth grade picture. Clifford left the house in a huff and Alexander walked to the bus stop crying.

A good way to start off the school year. Being a mom is awesome.

By the time I got home from work in the evening almost everything was back to normal. This morning was a much better morning to be going off to school, and we now have a SECOND day of fifth grade picture that isn't so bad.

Everyone cross your fingers for a relatively incident-free school year. No more lighting Legos on fire in the boys bathroom, no more hollering nasty remarks at the other kids in the after-school program, and especially no more beating the crap out of each other. (We can all wish, can't we?)

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