And so it goes
Sep. 14th, 2012 05:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
becomingkateIDK if it's school making my son cranky or what but he's a little monster (not in the cool Lady Gaga way either) when he gets home.
He was fine until I took him to Target. On Friday he usually gets a little toy for doing his chores (feeding the dog and making his bed) so he was happy about going. Then he wanted these ridiculously complicated Lego things that have a million pieces and he plays with for a day and I said no. I mean it shouldn't have been a big deal but I wanted him to get something he'd like, you know? Something that will last? He used to want to buy books and craft things. Whatever.
So he threw a big fit and ran away from me and you know how Target is, row after row, real easy to get lost. He kept trying to call the shots like "If you keep walking towards me I'll run away". So it was a lot of fun trying not to walk towards him while slowly edging towards the checkout line and trying to get him to follow me. He burst into sad tears (as opposed to angry tears) once we got in line and I felt bad for him. He's probably got a lot of emotions going on, having just started K and stuff. Still, he's lucky we were in a store or it might not have gone down as calmly as it did.
Tomorrow we have to be at soccer at 8:30.
I really did come here to write about stuff other than this but I can't remember now. :(
Oh! We are getting a third kid back on my bus on Monday. He's been in and out since I started in March. He's been in other programs, been sent to a home, back to his home again, then he ran away, and now I guess he's back. It's already a long ride to pick up the two kids we have and now I have to sit on the bus with an upset stomach for even longer. I don't know why I keep psyching myself out. As soon as the kids are gone my stomach ache generally goes away. What's worse is I have a break in the afternoon and then I have to go back. For some people this would be nice but for me it just makes me more anxious. I'd rather have a job where I go to work, stay there, and then go home for the night. But I guess these days I shouldn't complain about having a job.
Time to make dinner!
He was fine until I took him to Target. On Friday he usually gets a little toy for doing his chores (feeding the dog and making his bed) so he was happy about going. Then he wanted these ridiculously complicated Lego things that have a million pieces and he plays with for a day and I said no. I mean it shouldn't have been a big deal but I wanted him to get something he'd like, you know? Something that will last? He used to want to buy books and craft things. Whatever.
So he threw a big fit and ran away from me and you know how Target is, row after row, real easy to get lost. He kept trying to call the shots like "If you keep walking towards me I'll run away". So it was a lot of fun trying not to walk towards him while slowly edging towards the checkout line and trying to get him to follow me. He burst into sad tears (as opposed to angry tears) once we got in line and I felt bad for him. He's probably got a lot of emotions going on, having just started K and stuff. Still, he's lucky we were in a store or it might not have gone down as calmly as it did.
Tomorrow we have to be at soccer at 8:30.
I really did come here to write about stuff other than this but I can't remember now. :(
Oh! We are getting a third kid back on my bus on Monday. He's been in and out since I started in March. He's been in other programs, been sent to a home, back to his home again, then he ran away, and now I guess he's back. It's already a long ride to pick up the two kids we have and now I have to sit on the bus with an upset stomach for even longer. I don't know why I keep psyching myself out. As soon as the kids are gone my stomach ache generally goes away. What's worse is I have a break in the afternoon and then I have to go back. For some people this would be nice but for me it just makes me more anxious. I'd rather have a job where I go to work, stay there, and then go home for the night. But I guess these days I shouldn't complain about having a job.
Time to make dinner!
