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.
Stop! Stop!
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.
HAYDEN!
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.
There has to be the equivalent to an Olympic gold medal for someone who keeps up with 4 different classrooms! Dude! And yes, the books before bed always seems to creep into the dreams! That’s why I read FSOG before bed every night.
Aw, shucks. I will put that gold medal next to my gold star. Ha!
I can barely keep up with the one classroom. I think you need a gold star.
We pulled up to school this morning and Cady said, “well this is it. Starting today if we talk we get a chip pulled (guessing that’s like a color).” I think she was warning me that she was going to get in trouble today. The kid can NOT keep her mouth shut.
I was sucked right into the blood thing! I was going through things in my mind wondering what could possibly be wrong that Hayden needed to carry blood with him…. HUH? you saved me just in time. So very, very funny.
I have such crazy ass dreams.
Oh my gosh, I added one more to the amount of kids going to school this year and I’m close to rocking in the corner. I can’t keep all of this straight. My first punishment for screwing up was my 3 y/o peeing his pants at school when I had sent no spare pair. Who forgets to send spare clothes with a preschooler? Ugh!
Don’t feel bad… I have yet to remember to send extra clothes to school for the kids.
Maybe tomorrow.
Oh man, I’ve gotten the “I pooped (or peed) a little in my underwear” one a few too many times. And yes, the afternoons are NUTS around here after school too!!
It’s like a sprint to dinner and bed time after school, trying to fill everything in in that short window of time.
Wow, what a dream! Good for you for staying so engaged in your children’s lives! Your dream reminded me of a time my now 17-year-old was 3 and in a choir. He was poking the kids around him and doing his own thing not paying attention. Then he started pointing at me because he noticed me trying to let him know he needed to listen. It was pretty funny! At the time I was mortified! He turned out pretty good.
I am glad to know that they will grown out of this stage.
I have four also – in two different schools (will be 3 next year) – and i am forever losing papers/crap/forgetting whose parties i paid for and what random processing fee got forgotten. God bless you for being such a good mom. The blood story had me laughing – but not as hard as the “i pooped in my pants a little” tucked between the lunch requests and the bird sightings! Ha!
Lol! That was quite the dream. Just make sure you don’t leave any bags of blood lying around and I think you will be okay.
My kids all talk non-stop like that all morning/afternoon and night, it makes me grateful for those few hours of peace while they are at school… though Ryder is trying to fill the silence lately.
I admire that you have all three in different classes. It’s going to give you a major headache at times, but what a beautiful thing to do for your children.
The nightmare, had me going until the end, then had me laughing…and getting chills.
“I pooped a little in my underwear. Mom.” <–dead. O_o
Yeah, I saw how you buried that nugget of hilarity in there. SO FUNNY.
And yes, you will get better or you will fall over from school child overload. Either way…better.