Tuesday

Short report today.

I had, seriously, one of the worst days of my life.

OK.

I said, "seriously", so that means "I'm not exaggerating" 

but I am

and I suppose it could have been a lot worse.

But still it was pretty damn sucky.

My Three proved his "I hate school" point today in full, technocolor detail

when he balked and refused to enter school

and then kicked his teacher and ran away.

Around the corner.

Down the sidewalk.  

Across the street, and down the block.

A teacher ran with me, and eventually the principal joined us.

He continued kicking and screaming while we dragged him back to school.

He screamed "NO NO NO!" as we forced him to go into the school.

We dragged him up to her office

and he Tore It Up.

Threw down the chairs.

Pushed the table around.

Banged the chair repeatedly into the door

and

chipped the paint.

I 

was

mortified.

The principal asked if he was like that at home.

I saw the look in her eyes.

"Is he Emotionally Disturbed?" it said.

I replied, "no, he's just very stubborn and very mad."

The principal, while sweet enough, seemed a little flustered.

She threatened to call the police if he ran across the street again.

My boy was scared and sad by that

but he didn't back down.

He refused to cry.

"Go ahead," he said.  "Call the police.

I don't care!"

I left when the social worker came in and took over.

I said I had to go to work,

which was true,

but I also had to get out of there before I started crying.

It's a hell of a thing, watching your child have a complete meltdown like that.

I got to work, 

muttered something like, "sorry I'm late, no I'm not ok, have to go now"

and I ran down the hall to my office.

Shut the door.

Called my husband.

And burst into tears.

The social worker and my husband both responded great.

Three settled down after I left, 

played a game of Uno with the social worker, 

and joined his class, where he had a great day.

We have a plan in place for tomorrow.

Three has promised me he will not do that again.

I have a sinus headache from a cold.

I am emotionally wiped out.

I am heading to bed 

and I am thankful this day is over.