Nine days of Kindergarten down, 170-something to go. And it's going to be a loooooooong year if it goes anything like this week. Long.
So Wednesday during my lunch, I'm in a step aerobics class, right? And when I'm done, I notice I missed a call from Sean's school.
BUGGER! The one hour of the whole week I don't have my phone right at my side, and the school calls. I listen to the voicemail, and it's his teacher. She starts with, "First of all, Sean is fine, everything is okay. But I just wanted to touch base with you about an incident that occurred today...."
Fudge! There was an incident. And I missed the dang call. Fudge.
When I finally was able to touch base with her around 4:00 that afternoon, she explained to me that he had a rough day when it came to following directions and doing what is asked of him. I was certain she wasn't talking about my child. No way.
But yes. She was. My perfect child had a rough day.
Rough enough that he ended up at the Principal's office, and the teacher called home.
On the seventh actual day of school.
My mom laughed, and I told her I blame her for this. Because once upon a time, I'm sure she had to have wished that one day, I'd have a child like me.
I, apparently, ended up at the Principal's office in Kindergarten too. Multiple times. And I have a child like me.
It's going to be a loooooooong year.
