Holy Tantrums, Batman!

This morning was a complete shock. When I told the kids they were to have breakfast then get dressed right afterwards Jaylen happily asked, “To go to school?” with a huge grin on his face. Of course I thought we’d have a great morning.

We get to school and I take Eenan to his class first, since he wanted me to buy him a blue school shirt. The teacher didn’t have change, so she sent me to the office to get one. Said ‘see you later’ to Eenan and went to drop Jaylen off at his class.

As soon as we get out of Eenan’s class Jaylen says he has a sore throat (which he’d been complaining of in the morning) then he was thirsty, then he needed to go pee and finally his tummy was hurting. I told him I’d take him to the restroom, then his class and he threw himself on the floor and started screaming, “I want to go home wit chuuuu!” I was trying to control him and pick him up and he ran out of my grasp. All the way to the front of the school where he almost ran out the front doors. He would have gone right through the doors but nobody was holding them open and I told him a teacher was going to get mad at him. I had to literally run and grab him and then drag him to his classroom because he would just not get up. A teacher’s aid saw me having trouble with him, so she came to help me but it only got worse since he started kicking. I ended up dragging him myself to his classroom. His teacher was shocked and said, “Aww, he did so good yesterday.” Me, with my messy hair and flushed cheeks reply, “Yup. I know. I don’t know what happened. He was excited to come today.”

He wrapped himself around my legs and sat on my feet. I kept trying to comfort him and convince him to stay (and unwrap himself) but he refused. It didn’t help that about 5 other kids were screaming, too. Those kids ended up calming down once Mrs. C. got them onto the play rug and they started singing. I was a bit annoyed that neither the teacher, nor the teacher’s aid were helping pry him off of me, but then again the teacher’s aid is pregnant, too. I looked at my cell phone and it was already 8:15. I had to wake Mario up at 8:30. I managed to forcefully unwrap him from my legs, then carried him to a chair on the other side of the class–to hopefully give me enough time to scurry outside in a few minutes. He seemed a little more calm, since he was intently listening to the kids sing “The Days of the Week”, but was still sobbing and wiping his nose. When I kissed him on the forehead and started walking away, he ran behind me. That BitchWoman I mentioned in the previous entry was coming in trying to control the other little boy that wouldn’t let his mom leave. She was followed by the new computer teacher. I made a sign to him that Jaylen was quickly running to me and he gently grabbed him and said, “It’s okay buddy, Mom will be back.” That’s all I heard before they closed the door.

I felt a little emotional, but a little more annoyed this morning than the other mornings. I felt so embarrassed. At least the other kids who were crying waited till they at least got into the classroom!

I bought the kids their school shirts and then rushed home. I got here right on time to wake Mario up for work. I told him how frustrated I was and just left the room before I started bawling my eyes out (damn hormones). I’ll try again tomorrow. If it goes the same way Mario’s going to have to drop them off whether he likes it or not.

My legs/pelvis hurt so bad right now from lifting that boy up. I shouldn’t have done that but I had no choice. Man, I really wish tomorrow’s a better day. And I hope he’s not in a mood throughout the day. I have too many things to do (like babysit, clean and finish painting) to be making sure he stays in time out.