stress

9-27-10




It was a crazy weekend on many levels. I am actually relieved to be at work. It means some down time.



It was too freaking hot on Saturday to be running around, but there was a lot of stuff to do. We hit up some yard sales, looking for a table for the playroom. We did come across a rummage sale at one of the high schools and got Dax’s Halloween costume for only $8. It is a super cute Mickey Mouse costume that he loves. It needs some washing, but that is pretty minor. I am a little concerned he will roast in it, so a good coating of baby powder will be in order for that night. LOL!



Our other stop included the TRW swap meet. I had not been to the electronics one in some time. What was funny is that this was the first time where I actually found myself interested in things. LOL! I remember being so freaking bored when we used to go in high school. Although, this time was different, too, since I had the boys. I sent Ken on his way and the boys and I found one of the vendors that had toys. Specifically, they had a stuffed tiger that Bobby loved. As they rummaged through the box of old Happy Meal crap, the lady there fell deeply in love with my boys (who at first she thought were my son and daughter) and preceded to tell them to take everything they liked, and only charged me $3 total. LOL! It was pretty cool, really.



We then headed to the park for pictures. The boys didn’t ride their bikes as much as I would have expected. They discovered the kick ass climbing tree and played on that. It was amusing to watch Dax quiz this one mom on a bunch of stuff. He asked names and other things. Then Bobby started in, asking questions about her young son who was learning the walking thing. It was pretty funny.



Pictures took all of 10 minutes, but of course, the whole thing ends up being like an hour. It is good we got there early as we were able to start our turn way before our time. I got to help, which meant I showed the boys all how to stand on the dot and help them with hand placement. I felt all important.



After pictures, we went over to the coach’s apt where the boys could all swim. None of the other parents showed. In fact, one of the kids went with the coach, and the other kid didn’t even come. It was fine, since Bobby and Dax don’t care. They just know they got to play in the water.



Mr. Bossy Pants was out of control as usual, and on a couple of occasions, Ken barked at him to let go of the boys. I was not worried about them since I was pretty close to the action and knew that I could get in there if something happened.



After a little pizza, the boys went over to the field to play. Our team seemed to be doing ok, but you could see that the late game, and the fact that our boys only play together for an hour a week, was no match for the other team.



At the end of the 3rd quarter, the ball was thrown in and it smacked Bobby right in the head. I happened to be on that side of the field, trying to get better shots due to the sunlight issue. I also happened to be filming it, catching the bop on film. Poor kid. He seemed ok, but was clearly shaken. Not sure if his tears came because I happened to be there, or if it really hurt. Either way, he ran to me, sobbing. He sounded tired and worn out. Luckily, the quarter was over, and it was his turn to sit out anyway. We had hoped on him playing the 4th since it would have meant they could play 4 on 4 since the other team had 5 players, but my poor kid was not even interested in lifting his head from my chest.



I had to snip at Ken once during the game to stop barking at Bobby during the game. He is getting to harsh with him. It is true, Bobby doesn’t pay enough attention to the game. He once was running to the ball, and actually turned to wave to us. It was cute. But of course, he just isn’t intense on this game. It just means soccer is not his game. I don’t mind at all. In fact, I really want to get him into swimming more since it is the one thing he is uber focused on. If he took swimming lessons, he could learn things like water polo or diving or things like that. I think it would be better overall. Either way, Ken does need to not bark at him. Ken said he needed to since the coach was not. Well, then he needs to either bark at the coach after the game, or just suck it up.



We didn’t go to dinner with my folks as planned since my mom had a touch of a flu. Not a big deal, really. Mccloud was coming over to watch Sharktopus with us, so I liked the idea of getting home to prep for company rather than go to Bob’s.



I had some personal stress on Saturday night that I don’t think I will write about here. I am concerned with saying something that might cause a problem. Either way, it was exhausting and I was spent when it was all said and done.



Fuck. I have a meeting at 1:30. I hope I am out in time to get the kid.



It just occurred to me that the Friday night stress has completely overshadowed my Friday night stress.



I went to the school to get Bobby on Friday. I was early, which rocked because I was able to watch them play duck duck goose. He even waved. It was cute. While they played, though, the teacher called me over to tell me about an incident.



At lunch time, the lunch aide found Bobby with his hands around another kid’s neck. Yes, he was choking him.



Images of this flashed through my head. I was horrified. She tells me that it left a mark and that a note did go home to the student’s parents. I instantly asked her what I needed to do to make it right. My son had somehow been a bully.



The teacher was shockingly sweet about it. Maybe it was because I was attentive to the problem or maybe she has seen this so many times she is used to it. Either way, she assured me it was ok and that kids do this and really, it was probably play based. Either way, I was devastated. In instantly blamed myself. I know I should not, but then again, maybe I do need to. This is a kid who has swords and other violent toys. So does every child in America, though.



I talked to Bobby about it the whole way home. I didn’t yell, but I stressed to him that these kind of actions are not tolerable. I told him that this could lead to suspension and even expulsion. He didn’t like this idea. He also hated being considered a bully. This really upset him. The punishment was that he would get no tv that night.



The violence was bad, but the teacher also told me that Bobby has a hard time sitting still in class. She said he is very active. I was bothered by the fact that my kid has been acting up in school.



Part of me chalks it up to really this last week was his first week where he wasn’t terrified. So it was the first week that he could actually feel excited about being there, which translated into hyperactivity.



The other part is more dark. I am really concerned about his attention. He doesn’t pay attention in class, on the soccer field, even in the car when I tell him something and he doesn’t seem to hear me. Is this because he is 5? Is this because of something else?



Trust me, too, if you couple this with my Saturday night stress, I am a wreck.



I have a lot of work to do this morning, so I think I am going to wrap this up for now.