Back to School: The Woe is Us Edition

Despite not falling asleep until darn near 11 p.m., even though he went to bed at 8:30 p.m., the kid woke up this morning bright eyed and bushy tailed.

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Everything started off, great. He got up and he ate his breakfast, with very few complaints. Then, it happened…

“I don’t want to wear that outfit anymore.”

“I don’t want to wear this one either.”

“I don’t want to brush my teeth. You do it. Never mind, I’ll do it.”

10 minutes later, I found him playing in the bathroom. He still hadn’t brushed his teeth.

He finally finds the outfit he wants to wear. I iron it, and assume everything will be OK moving forward.

“Ugh! I hate these underwear. They’re too big.”

Changes into a new pair.

“Arrg! I hate these too. They’re too small.”

At this point, I’m wondering if Mr. Goldilocks will ever find the perfect pair that fit “just right.” Finally, finally, he found a pair he could live with – while only complaining a little bit.

He puts on his clothes, and I hold my breath hoping he doesn’t have any complaints – especially since it’s his third outfit.

Then, it’s time to put on his shoes (his new shoes he begged for) and get ready to go.

“I hate these shoes! The laces don’t tie right and the tongue moves to the side.”

Puts on a second pair. No complaints. Phew! I quickly kiss the hubs goodbye and usher the kid out the door.

As we’re walking to the car…

Wait for it…

“I hate these shoes! They’re too small!”

Seriously.

The entire ride to school he fussed about these shoes. Ranting and raving about how much he hated them would be attending the first day, shoeless.

I park the car, and take a deep breath before telling him, calmly, that he would be wearing shoes – those shoes he’s currently glaring at. I told him that he was doing to have an awesome day, and learn lots of fun things. He (begrudgingly) agreed, although a bit peeved.

We get out of the car, and walk into the school. He’s still upset.

Then he sees his best friend. All of a sudden, his shoes don’t matter. He gives me a big old kiss, tells me he loves me and runs to play. All is right in his world.

I get the car, take another deep breath and wonder if 8 a.m. is too early to have a drink.

So, that was my morning. How did your kid(s) first day go?

It’s Back to School Time

School started to day, for the kid. This morning was definitely a test of my patience and I’ll be posting about it later today. However, to tide you over and overwhelm you with cuteness, here is a cute collage documenting his first days of school for the past four years.

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Because “do as I say, not as I do” doesn’t work.

the kid

I come from the time where kids were raised in the way of “do as I say, not as I do.” And while that worked (kinda) for my parents, I don’t want that to be the way I parent. I mean, I know that sometimes the kid just have to do something, “because I said so,” however, if I want him to do something the “right way,” I feel I’d better be providing a good example of what the “right way” is.

Want him to eat his vegetables? I’d better be eating mine.

Want him to watch less TV and read more? I’d better have a book in my hand, more often than the remote.

Want him to do his chores, before playtime? Then the kitchen should be clean, before I logon to Facebook.

Want him to turn off the video games and go outside and play? I’d better be turning off the computer and getting some sort of physical activity in as well.

I could go on and on, with example after example – but I think you get what I’m trying to say.

You see, as easy as it is to say, “I’m the parent, and you do what I tell you to do,” It’s easier – in the long run – to provide a good example of what “doing the right thing is.” If you want kids to choose to do the right thing – you have to show them how, in addition to telling them.