Here’s the text of the email I sent my husband today, after I sent my kiddos home:
When is this going to get easier? I feel like I’m just barely treading
water. I thought I was supposed to be a good teacher, and I don’t feel
David threw things across the room today, threw a block at me, kicked
me, kicked our volunteer, pinched a little boy in line, knocked over a
bunch of stuff belonging to the office, ran to the 3rd floor, punched
Miss Nelson numerous times, and used some really choice language.
But in between, he was playing, working, laughing, participating, saying
please, listening, and being happy.
Miss Nelson said she thinks he’s overwhelmed by his feelings, and can’t name
any of them — happy or sad — and doesn’t know how to cope, so this is
what he does.
I’m at home now, and I’m drained of energy. I need to switch to Mom mode — I’m meeting with one child’s teacher, then bringing my kids home, giving them snack, getting the older one to violin, doing laundry, making dinner, going back to their school for parent night…..My teacher self is exhausting my mother self.
I can’t wait until October. Surely by then I’ll be in my groove?