I woke up, dragged myself out of bed, and went to get Playette so that we could start our respective days. This is how I found her:
And, in case you're wondering, that's not how we left her last night. She really does wear pajamas, not her bathing suit, to bed.
I guess it's safe to say that we'll be spending a lot more time at the beach and pool as she's developing a true affinity for the water.
And WOOT! on the self-help skills, huh?
Let's go, 4!
When I dropped her off at school, I had a chat with the Director about the bag of Playette-gear that was sent home with BD when he picked her up on Friday. Was it presumptuous of me to think that their intent was for us to take said bag with her to a new room? Or was everyone just asked to take their cubby items home for the weekend because they had painters coming in?
It really could have been either one.
And it turns out that it was really both.
I didn't know how to take that at first.
You mean, you're moving my kid because she meets age requirement to advance? And that's it? I don't have to fight or cry or go through all the requisite emotions that typically come with such a transition?
That was weird.
They, uh, well, they treated her like all of the rest of the kids in her class.
Damn shame that this is the exception and not the norm.
It actually made me nervous! Like they were trying to get one over on me!
Director was all, "Let's try, if you're ok with it, Mom. Let's give her a chance and see how she does. I have no reason to think that she won't be just fine. She's been doing wonderfully so far."
Isn't this what I've been asking for?
Isn't this in line with my own personal philosophy when it comes to my kid?
And the very thing that the school district refuses to do?
I just didn't know how to receive it.
Story of my life.
Let's go, 4!
I hurt my back again yesterday so I'm off to take some meds and rest. Sitting here really isn't the most ideal situation. Because it hurts.
But I'm glad that I held off on the Percoset for a bit because I did just get a call that I'm being considered for a job I applied for a while ago. They'll schedule the phone interview with me later this week now that they've established that I'm still interested.
Let's go, 34!