Come on Hayden, pay attention
I stood in the audience, watching. I willed with all my might that just once my children would stand still, pay attention and not be the kids that made the teacher hate her job.
Stand still, please stand still.
No, Jake! Don’t touch that.
Pay attention. Listen to your teacher!!!
No matter how much I willed it at them, they just wouldn’t listen. They danced around, pulled things off the table, picked crap up off the floor and knocked over chairs.
Oh my God! Pay attention!!!
My dirty looks were failing, there was nothing I could do. I wanted to run and hide. Why is it so difficult for children to just sit still and pay attention?
Then just when I thought that things couldn’t get worse, Hayden pulled out a bag of blood, synthetic O negative to be exact, his favorite and put it to his lips to drink.
I tried to scream but nothing was happening. He couldn’t hear me. I feared for his life. People didn’t know what we really were.
The crowd gasped in horror, the teacher fainted and chaos spread through the auditorium.
Hayden took the bag down from his lips and with a smile, spit out the contents at the crowd. Spraying fake blood everywhere.
I watched drops land on the woman next to me as she screamed in horror.
Dammit, Hayden! Why are you so naughty?!
And then I woke up.
Crazy dream, right?!
What it tells me is that I should probably limit my reading of the Sookie Stackhouse, True Blood, books before bed and also watching Disney Channel’s “My Babysitter’s a Vampire” probably didn’t help either.
But my dream also speaks of my fears about school for the kids.
My kids are good kids, I know this.
But they are kids and they tend to have ants in their pants which doesn’t make them the best at sitting still in school and following the rules of keeping your hands to yourself.
And in a classroom full of 23 plus students with one teacher this is not a good thing.
When Hayden started kindergarten, I got a note home from the school asking me to please talk with him about how he can not crawl under the desks and roll around on the floor while the teachers is talking.
Yeah, that was a fun note to get.
Of course with time and a little maturity, Hayden has stopped this behavior and now as a second grader he is pretty much able to follow the rules until he sees something shiny on the floor that he just must have.
This year, Jake Quinn and Claire are in kindergarten.
And it’s all day every day kindergarten. This is new to them, the teachers and me.
God help the teachers.
Jake, Quinn and Claire are all in separate classes. This was done on purpose.
Even though it is hell on me and means that I have to keep things from 4 different class rooms straight and remember to email the correct teacher about the correct kid which I already failed at, it is best for them.
Jeff and I want them to be known as individuals.
Honestly, the only thing the same about these three is that they shared a uterus and therefore, a birthday. They are they own people and we wanted them treated like that.
We have survived one of school week… barely.
I say barely because at the end of the day my children come home from school so beyond tired that all they can do is literally run circles around the kitchen table.
They get off the bus and hit me with a wave of chaos.
Don’t get me wrong, I love hearing about their days…
“Mom, did you know so and so chews on his shoes.Mom, I saw a bird.Mom, can I eat my lunch.Mom, my teacher said we need to listen.Mom, we had art.Mom, I pooped a little in my underwear.Mom, the bus is awesome.Mom, there is this girl and I don’t want her to be my friend.Mom, can Jimmy come over to play?Mom, we learned about L and that is for lamb.Mom, I don’t like carrots.Mom, recess is my favorite.Mom, I found a rock.”
but all at once it is a bit much to take.
I know we’ll get this school thing down, soon it will be second nature.
It will get better, is’t just going to take a while.
And in the mean time, I think I’ll keep the vampire books and shows limited to three hours before bedtime.