The Melting Boy

My daughter asked me if I wrote about “the melting boy” on my blog yet. Why no, actually, I forgot. Thanks for the reminder sweetie. Oops, she’s sorry she opened her mouth.

Last Friday, she has a field trip for school and I chaperoned. On the way out of school at the end of the day, this boy said “hi” to her and had the most dreamy look on his face I have ever seen. I looked back and forth between them with this look on my face like “is this boy looking at MY daughter?” I thought he was going to melt into a puddle right there in the hallway, just like Olaf in Frozen in front of a fireplace. Of course, Hailey always says she likes boys best when they leave her alone. Good girl. Stay that way until you are about 18. Please. It turns out this boy is her new bestie’s 6th grade brother (an older man no less), and he had been wanting to meet Hailey. Oh geez, there had literally been 3 days of school at that point! I asked her today if she has been running into him after school. She said she has been hiding from him and his googly eyes! Ha ha! PRICELESS! 

All is well at school

Well, the Associate Principal returned my call just as I was walking out the door for school pick-up today. He completely understood all the issues the 5th graders are facing as new students. He also has a daughter with a summer birthday and understands being one of the younger kids in the class, and how being a little on the immature side can make every frustration seems a whole lot bigger. I was grateful he shared this perspective because it’s not easy. He told me that they are having conversations with the 5th graders to help them acclimate, so hopefully those will happen soon. He told me to assure her that she will not be counted as tardy if she walks into class late after using the restroom. (I already told her that last night, but why listen to good old mom?!) I told her I would time her today after school to see how long it takes her in the bathroom, as I know it only takes her a minute. It took less than a minute!! Ha ha! Oh my! The things we all take for granted that we don’t have to worry about as adults. It makes me feel soooo bad that these kinds of worries even have to cross her mind. Also, when I picked her up today, she said she had a much better day today than yesterday. Thank goodness!

As far as my quest to try out this new gym, I tried another water aerobics class today. While I enjoyed the workout, I did not enjoy the choice of music by the instructor. She played Doris Day, Frank Sinatra, and Patsy Cline! Really? Not exactly pump-you-up, motivating, workout kind of music. Also, I’m not 80. Luckily, I didn’t fall asleep in the pool and drown. Patsy Cline is what my grandma used to listen to, who, bless her heart would be 98 if she were still alive. I don’t think I’m going to join that particular club. I think I’m going to stick where I am for now.

Frustration has set in

I am having a serious case of mom frustration. Everything frustrates me right now. I am in a big funk. I’m having a hard time adjusting to the back to school schedule. I don’t like getting up at 6:30 a.m. Too early. I don’t like my 40 minute commute to/from school twice per day. It sucks! And it’s only the 7th day of school! Last night over dinner our daughter told us that there is no time to go to the bathroom during the school day, that’s why she isn’t drinking any water. They only have 3 minutes to move between classes and she is deathly afraid of being marked tardy if she stops to use the bathroom. She can get a hall pass and be excused from class, but they can only have a certain amount per quarter or they get in trouble. Really? If you gotta go, you gotta go. What happens when these poor girls get their period in a couple years?! They also only have a 15 minute lunch and 15 minute recess. Her lunch bag comes home half full because she doesn’t have time to eat her lunch. The poor girl is ready to chew off her hand every day! I mean seriously – a 15 MINUTE LUNCH!! Give me a break! Make the school day 15 minutes longer and let them eat and get a little more fresh air. Good grief! I’m really pissed, in case you can’t tell. Actually, I’m just really upset that she is upset. It makes me sad that she feels like she can’t have time to use the bathroom. I think 5th grade is much too young for middle school and this proves that they are not ready for it. They are trying to make them grow up too fast.

In addition, these tiny 5th graders have to carry a TON of stuff with them all day. A giant 3-ring binder, a Chromebook, a 5-subject notebook, a bunch of folders, a pencil case, and an art box. And they CAN’T carry their backpacks! Why on Earth can they not carry their backpacks if they have to lug all this stuff around? How stupid is that? Needless to say, I have a call in to the principal to find out if Hailey is correct about all this or misunderstanding something. I hope it’s a misunderstanding, because right now I’m pissed. It’s not helping that I left a message 3 hours ago either. Since I’m not one of those famous housewives who yells at everyone, I will be nice and hopefully find out how to solve the situation.