While this is happening, I decided this would be a great time to paint my nails. Which, as most women know, left me virtually useless for the next 30 minutes while my polish dried. Josh was super appreciative of my play snow disaster zone that I could not possibly help clean up (okay, I did, just later on).
We had a good few weeks with Wyatt (okay, maybe it was only 2 weeks), and now he's back to being Captain Terrible again. Some of today's precious moments were hearing him mutter, "Oh my GOD!" (UM NO.), pretending to use his hand as a gun to shoot Josh when he was told to stop screaming, the screaming, and this gem: "Mommy, you have 2 choices. Either help me get my jammies on, or I am going to scream bad names at you." Needless to say it was an early bedtime. He was repeating an awful lot of garbage today (all new stuff, courtesy of "that kid" at school again) and I can't help but wonder if hearing stuff like that makes him feel badly, and then he reacts this way? I'm probably reaching, but think about how you feel when you're surrounded with nasty people. How great do you feel at the end of the day? The good news is, we've already been told that "that kid" and "the other kid" (yes, I am being vague) will be separated next year - and Wyatt won't be in either of their classes. I know there will always be "that kid", but this gives me some peace of mind for now.
Back to the Christmas fuzziness! Wyatt's Christmas concert is Thursday! :D
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