As I sat waiting for school to get out today, I had the perfect view from my van into BabyGirl's classroom window. It made me wonder just how often her teacher gets to stand strait up in a day. Not very often would be my guess. The woman must need a good chiropractor. In the 3 or 4 minutes I watched, she spent at least 2 full minutes bent at the waist talking to a short person. At one point a boy asked her something and she went to fulfill his request without straightening up. She walked across the room bent at the waist like Quasimodo. Luckily she's a young woman. I cannot imagine what she'll be like at 60.
BabyGirl got her report card today. She's doing very well. Mostly E's a few S's and only 2 N's (that's Excellent, Satisfactory, and Needs Improvement). The biggest issue is that she likes to write her letters backwards. She does this often and I've swung between being very worried to not at all worried. There is a history of written skills disabilities in my family, so I'm sending a note asking the teacher how concerned I should be. If you point the letters out to BabyGirl she says, "I don't care about that stuff," or, "It doesn't matter which way they face." I've tried in vain to convince her otherwise.
On another note, how do you explain to small children that their mother isn't loosing her mind, she's just hormonal? I've become a screaming banshee the last few days. I think Husband will have to build a tower to lock me up in like Mr.Rochester did Bertha Mason. I just hope after imprisoning me with my own Grace Poole Husband doesn't attempt to marry the 19 year old governess...OK, sorry, too much Jane Eyre lately.
I do feel like every time I open my mouth it is to yell at someone. I'm not sure if it's me, or if this is turning into the Lord of the Flies version of a daycare center. #1 Son just put his entire body weight on my arm as I was typing nearly crashing the keyboard table onto my lap not to mention breaking my arm. Then he tried to stick his entire head into the pretzel bag instead of reaching in with his hand. This has become par for the course. I think their little brains shut off as soon as I open my mouth. And everything must be said 15 times, whether it's me telling them something (it takes 15 tries to get them to acknowledge I've spoken) or them telling me the same thing 15 times after I've said, "OK, I heard you," at least 4 times. And don't get me started on BabyGirl's penchant for whining & yelling about EVERYTHING today. Is it just me? Or am I being helped over the edge? Not that you can see into our house and really judge, but I'd like to think I'm not totally to blame.
Then again, I am the grown up...I guess I should act like it. It's tough sometimes. More often than not, I'd like to throw myself in the floor and scream and kick and cry right along with the rest of them. But in reality that would take too much energy. I'd really rather lay in bed and whine and cry quietly like toddlers do when they're overly tired. But I am the grown up...I am the grown up...I am the grown up.
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SERENITY NOW!!!!!!!!
I understand how you feel SO MUCH !! I feel like the invisible woman in our house some days.And they look at me amazed when I lose it, as if they can't understand what my problem is.I am 'nice mummy, nice mummy, nice mummy....then SCREAMING MADWOMAN !!!'Then when they lie cosy and asleep in their beds I feel useless and ashamed that I yelled.I think all mums have this happen and none of us like it. Keep strong - and remember- this was the reason God invented chocolate. S
Eliza has the same trouble with some of her letters. We've worked hard on b and d. I tell her on b to draw the bat first then the ball. It worries me too. Andy has no problems, and with Robbie we don't see enough of his writing to know.
Thank you Sarah!
I've just settled BabyGirl into a big tub full of lavendar sented bubbles (thank you, Art) complete with nature sounds CD (again, thank you Art) and am hoping this will help her therefore helping me!
If you want to buy the VERY BEST PRESENT ever for Baby Girl's teacher, buy her a rolling stool/seat. We have one in our classroom and they save your back like you would not believe. Think along the lines of a basic rolling computer chair, but with no back on it. Sometimes you have to go from short person to short person, this way she can just roll from one to the other and NEVER have to stoop. I bet they are out there on the internet somewhere.
One thing to think about with letter reversals, is maybe baby Girl needs to write with the opposite hand. Usually reversals in K are not to worry about. I would not persue this until next year at least.
Another trick for remembering "b" and "d" is showing her how the left hand makes b and the right hand makes d when you bring the thumb and pointer finger to a circle and hold the other 3 fingers straight up.
Hang in there, Farmie. We're praying for you! And some day, you're going to be the "young" grandma that all the "old" grandma's wish they had the energy of!
Yes! The left hand is your "boy" hand, it forms a "b, first letter of boy. The right hand is your "dog" hand. It forms a "d"...first letter of dog! I forgot, we use that trick at school all of the time.
I show children the word 'bed'. I t looks like a little bed with the letter sticks looking like the bed heads. I draw a little person on the bed to remind them. Hope this helps! I wouldn't worry too much about the mirror writing - I see it a lot in school and they all sort themselves out. Just give lots of praise and encouragement - she'll be ok.
I'm glad Silver Belle said something about not getting worried about it until at least into next year. D.K. wrote every letter in his name, but one, the one that can't be written anyway but the way it is, during kindergarten and his teacher said it was just normal for some children and to wait and see if it went away on it's own. It did and then some. Just keep an eye on it and enjoy the learning of the simple things while you can.
As for the loss of patience and yelling... Babe, I'm not growing an entire new human being in my body and I have been known to wanna throw myself on the floor kicking and screaming... I've said it before "my mom says that some days are just like that."
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