This week has been a little rough. You heard about Walter. You heard about Goofy. You heard about the girl and her sneaky mess making capabilities. You did not hear about Alex but that wasn't much. Just a minor upset that started with the words, "just so you know." "Just so you know," seriously? Come on, who wouldn't take those words as a challenge? This wasn't just some offhanded remark that has nothing to do with me. "Just so you know, Alex had fruit with his lunch." That is a 'just so you know,' this was a major decision that I should have been consulted on, or at least been fully informed of because... 1. It's my freaking kid! (yes, I do see the resemblance to a 2 year old screaming, "mine!" there. I don't care.) 2. I'm supposed to be part of the TEAM. You know, a cooperative unit. as in, two or more parties working toward a common goal. see? not some outsider who just needs to be informed of a decision made. Especially a decision that's going to have a huge impact on my son.
Anyway, the end of the week is coming, as much as I love my little hell raisers, I was looking forward to Monday and a fresh start more than the actual weekend.
Friday came and KAHFOOTY (Keep All Hands, Feet, and Other Objects To Yourself) became a hot topic.
Walter goes to home games (football) to watch the marching band for extra credit. He's gone every year. This year he's especially excited and has a special interest in going. a special interest that smells pretty and has a nice smile. *breathing* This one is different. there are no air quotes. Somehow, while I wasn't looking, he went from being intrigued by the idea of a "girlfriend" to being captivated by this girl. It gets worse. This girl? is the assistant principal's daughter. Yes, that assistant principal. All I can do is hang my head and silently ask, "Why, God? Why?"
The Goofy One comes home. Yeah, you already see where this is going, don't you? So, earlier this week, he brought home a "Think Sheet" where he tells me what he did wrong, why it was wrong, how he's going to do it in the future, and we all sign it and send it back. He had refused to participate in gym. Simple enough. I explained that he can choose what games to play at recess but he cannot choose what games he plays in gym. *fixed*
Friday, he brings home a behavior score of yellow. WTF does yellow mean!? I read the cheat sheet:
PurpleSo all this time that he's been bringing home green and I thought it was a good day, I have no clue what he was doing. But we're talking about yellow, here. and KAHFOOTY.
"Putting hands on others."
What is up with my kids this year!? Walter doesn't hit! Goofy doesn't hit! They do plenty of other things to make me insane but they do not hit! I asked the Goofy One what happened. Touching. 'Putting hands on others' is touching. not hitting.
Those of you who have been with me for a while, you know. We've been working on this for years. What can I do that I haven't already tried? I think back to these days with Walter and shrug. Worth a try.
I stand him in front of me and ask him to stretch his arms out. As far as your arms can reach all around you, there is a bubble called 'personal space.' Everyone has this bubble. You do not step into or put any part of your body into someone else's bubble. If you can reach out and touch the person you are talking to, you are too close and need to back up. I told him that only the people who live with you should be in your bubble and only the people who live in the other person's house should be in their bubble.
Did it work? I don't know. worked for Walter. Which leads me back to the first problem.
Now I have to figure out what to say to explain how to know when you are invited into someone's personal space and how to know what things are appropriate to be going on in that bubble. I don't suppose you have any suggestions?
This is where the superintendent ruined my life. We were getting ready for the game and Walter's girl cancels, buying me a little time. I breathe a sigh of relief and glance at my new message.
"It's the weekend! Good luck to all athletic teams tonight. To everyone, make #goodchoices! We want to see you all Tuesday!"
Tuesday!? It's a freakin' holiday weekend! Then my brother... my sweet, loving brother... Took Walter, Goofy, Little D, and TS to our mom's for the day. :)