After taking two kids to school, I parked a block away from the house and waited ten minutes to make sure I wouldn't have to see difficult child again this morning. I leave the house at 7:30 and take little sis to the grade school about 12 blocks away (it is 13 degrees out today) Then I drop DFES off at the high school - about 1.5 miles away. Most days difficult child walks the 4 blocks to middle school, as she doesn't get up and get ready to leave at 7:30. Her school starts at 8am. If she got there early, she could eat breakfast at school, or go to classes where she is behind and get help. (Which is a LOT of classes!)
When we woke her up this morning, she starts screaming at husband and me. "I TOLD YOU TO WAKE ME UP AT THE REGULAR TIME - NOT EARLY!" We explain that it is the regular time. Then she says in a disgusted voice "Well, Alyssa isn't up... why wake me up before Alyssa?" Explain that Alyssa is up and in the bathroom. More screaming. It was an awful morning. She did come down stairs before we left... and again I asked her if she wanted to ride and she said no. Usually, when I get home, she is just on the way out the door so I end up giving her a ride anyway.
She was mad at little sis, as she wanted to wear her boots and easy child didn't want to share. I don't blame her as difficult child never wants to share her things. It is definitely a two way street. We never get apologies for her out bursts.
I just couldn't force myself to have one more encounter this morning. Well, I will print out my nice letter to the school psychiatric and take it to the office. I just feel like difficult child is slipping away from us. She is going from honor roll student in fifth grade... to failing half her subjects in 8th grade. KSM
When we woke her up this morning, she starts screaming at husband and me. "I TOLD YOU TO WAKE ME UP AT THE REGULAR TIME - NOT EARLY!" We explain that it is the regular time. Then she says in a disgusted voice "Well, Alyssa isn't up... why wake me up before Alyssa?" Explain that Alyssa is up and in the bathroom. More screaming. It was an awful morning. She did come down stairs before we left... and again I asked her if she wanted to ride and she said no. Usually, when I get home, she is just on the way out the door so I end up giving her a ride anyway.
She was mad at little sis, as she wanted to wear her boots and easy child didn't want to share. I don't blame her as difficult child never wants to share her things. It is definitely a two way street. We never get apologies for her out bursts.
I just couldn't force myself to have one more encounter this morning. Well, I will print out my nice letter to the school psychiatric and take it to the office. I just feel like difficult child is slipping away from us. She is going from honor roll student in fifth grade... to failing half her subjects in 8th grade. KSM