Son J is having some hard times these days. Not behaving at school, being openly defiant, the works. He’s actually been quite good at home, with only the occasional time-out. I’m quite tired of the teachers glaring at me when I pick him up and of course I’m taking this all WAY too personally (hey, it’s what I do) as a reflection of my parenting skills.
It’s taken an afternoon of stressing out and wondering what to do, and talking with husband J and son J (who I try to rationalize with, and to whom I may have actually used the phrase, “Do or do not. There is no try” when it comes to behaving well) before I could calm down. Calm down and realize that, oh yeah, life isn’t perfect.
‘Cause apparently I didn’t get it the first time around.