I've never had a child hate school.
Especially five days into it.
But as I type these words I realize that I say that a lot about Justin.
"None of my other kids ever....."
"I don't know how to ..... with this kid."
"The other kids didn't......"
"Everyone did .... except for Judd."
"Who's kid is this?!"
(FYI-Layne confessed tonight that he had the same problem when he first went to school.)
Today the school nurse called me and said that Justin wasn't feeling good and couldn't stop crying.
Last night when I was putting him to be bed he told me that he cried a little at school. I asked why and he just said, "Cause I was missing you".
So today when they called me I was going to tell him that he was going to have to stay at school, but he was crying so hard I couldn't even talk to him. I couldn't imagine leaving him there for them to deal with. So off I went.
When we got in the car he asked if we could go to Taco Bell for lunch.
hummmm
Then he started singing the Months of the Year song.
hummmm
He pulled out his papers and showed me the paper he colored.
hummmm
I ask:
Justin, why did you tell me you were sick?
Judd:
I hate school. I'm never going again.
I say:
Yes you are and why do you hate it?
Judd:
Quiet for a minute...because Mrs. Johns is mean.
I say:
No she isn't. I know her and she is nice.
Judd:
Well, I just hate school and can you home school me?
**Sigh**
Even as we were going to bed tonight I realized we still have a problem. Layne was having a discussion with him about how he needed to be a big boy and not call to come home from school and I got done telling him that I can't come get him tomorrow because I have a doctors apt (I get to have my first mammogram...now that could be an experience worthy of a post) and I wont be able to go get him. He said that was okay because he wasn't going anyway.
**Grrrrr**
This child has always been determined and strong willed. He has also always been a mamma's boy and a homebody. But this isn't something he can win. He's going to have to get used to going to school. I've arranged things so that I'll be there a couple days a week for a couple hours to help out. That way he would know that I wasn't too far away. I'm guessing in about six years I'll wish I still had this problem with my Juddy-Bear.
Wish him luck.
Wish us all luck.














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