|So I promised to explain and explain I shall...
||[Sep. 9th, 2004|09:00 am]
Yesterday I got a call on my cell phone at work. The number was my kids' school. |
My son was sent to the Time Out Room. Now, his teacher informed me that the reason he got sent to the TOR was farily benign. Another student asked to borrow a crayon. Max tossed it to him. Crayon hits kid in the eye. Zero Tolerance Policy goes into effect and Max is sent to the TOR.
The problem started when the administrator of said TOR told Max to bring his things to the table to get started on his work. Max stood up, gave that "evil" eye and raised his fist. *grips head*
I proceed to say "RandallIgottagomykidalmostgotsuspendedandIneedtogobeMommynowbye"
This is a relatively new thing. Getting increasingly worse for the last month, Max has really been showing an inner-rage thing that scares the piss out of me. Why? Because I haven't personally experienced that prior to, oh, say, 15 years old or so and none of my kids have ever been that angry. HOW am I supposed to figure out the inner workings of a 6 year old????
We spent a considerable amount of time yesterday evening discussing the finer points of communication. Ending with a cheer of "Communication ROCKS! Communication TALKS!" Cheesy? Yeah. Effective? Perhaps.
Of course, when we finally get him to tell us what's bothering him...is anyone suprised that the answer is "I miss Daddy and Madison"??? I mean, really. Gee, ya think? *sigh*
Divorce sucks. No matter how nice it is between the adults, when kids are involved, it just sucks.
I hope I got through to him yesterday. I've gone 9 years as a mom now without any hint of violence out of my kids. I really don't want to have to go down this road. It scares me and it hurts my heart.