Oh the things you do!
You know that when someone calls and you hear, "Mrs. Lee? There has been an incident at school today…" you know it’s not going to be anything good.
So I got another phone call on Tuesday from the Vice Principal of Brandon’s Kindergarten at PP.
Turns out Brandon got into a fight at school. He was playing army guys with his friends when they decided to play fight. The ‘play fighting’ turned serious and in the process the other kids boot fell off. Brandon picked up the boot then threw it at the boys head and had a direct hit. Then a couple of Grade 5 kids came over to break up the fight. They grabbed Brandon and Brandon got mad. He had a pencil and stabbed one kid in the arm and stabbed the other kid in the back with his pencil.
*sigh*
So Brandon was taken to the Principals office and he had a talking to. Then when he got home I spoke to him. He said he was just defending himself and he was angry when the older kids tried to grab him. When Ryan came home he talked to Brandon as well. Brandon told him what happened. Ryan kept asking him questions. Brandon sighs and says, "I don’t want to talk about this anymore."
LOL…. I laughed so hard when Brandon said that because Ryan always says that to me when we are arguing and he’s tired of talking.
I laughed at Ryan when he told me that. To which Ryan replied… "Well, he may get that from me, but he gets his temper from you."
*sigh* To which that is so true. I remember being in Grade 4, a boy named Glen pissed me off because he kept putting his hand on my desk so I stabbed his hand with a pencil. Man… why is it that our kids seem to take on our worst traits?
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I’m going to have a nervous breakdown. I feel it coming on. It’s just a matter of days, hours, minutes before I snap. Today Luke got into the dry paint powder. He dumped yellow paint all over himself and 1/2 the kitchen. He played in the toilet again with the toilet paper and poured water all over the floor when he was in the bathtub. He can now climb out of his crib and is very pleased with the new found freedom this brings him. He climbed up the cupboards again and played with the Pam spray and the whipping cream that was in the mixing bowl. He pushes a chair up to the stove, opens the pot lids on the stove, grabs a spoon and begins to stir. Then he grabs a knife and pokes at the meal that is bubbling on the stove. *sigh* Where am I? Usually I have just turned my back or have gone to fold laundry or am cleaning up the mess he made around the corner. I’m going insane. I want to be commited. Come on over! Wrap me up in a straight jacket, throw me in a room and pump me full of meds… it’s all good. At least I’ll have some peace.
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I had the Fire Chief, who lives 2 doors down from us, come by the house 2 weeks ago. The boys were playing outside in the backyard and it was cold out so they decided to try and light a fire to keep warm. We have a bunch of wood that we store on the side of the house for when we go camping. They got the box of matches down from the high cupboard, took them out and were attempting to light a fire. Thankfully, Laura caught them and ratted them out.
Ryan talk to them because I was too mad to talk. I was furious. They could have burnt down our house and our neighbors house. Ryan, the ever patient one, showed them a house fire video from youtube and told them that little boys started that fire because they were playing with matches and they died. I went over to the fire chief’s house and had him come over to talk to the boys about fire safety. *sigh* I just don’t know what to do. I so suck at this parenting thing.
I was over at meal circle (where a bunch of ladies get together once a month to make meals and put in the freezer so you can just take it out and toss in your crockpot when you need to) and a lady was there who I will now call "Mary Poppins." Her boys started fighting and she rushed over and said in the sweetest, most syrupy lovely voice, "Now boys, that’s not nice to fight with one another. ______ you hurt _____ feelings, please apologize to him." And she went on in this loving manner chastizing her boys. Her boys immediately calmed down and apologized. I watched the scene unfold in complete and utter amazement. She was so wonderful and so sweet and loving towards them. They knew she was serious. She always has a smile on her face and is quick to laugh. When she was talking to her boys I felt she was about to break out into song and start singing at them. *sigh* Why can’t I be a Mary Poppins mom? Man. Seriously… I don’t know why God gave me kids. I feel like a failure everyday. The Mary Poppins of the world should have all the children not the Cruella De Vil’s of the world like me.