Whew
What a day yesterday! As expected, I was hit with the stomach bug. It was bad. So bad that I had to call Mike and have him come home to care for Elsa. It’s impossible to care for an almost-three-year old who wants to wiggle around on your lap, when the slightest wiggle sends you running for the bathroom.
Thankfully he was able to come home. I know he had to do a lot of shuffling of meetings and such, so it was not easy to drop everything and come work from home for the day. I don’t know how we would have made it if he didn’t manage, though.
As soon as he arrived, I fled to the bedroom and slept about 12 hours straight, with a few breaks to spend quality time with the toilet. Ugh. Not a good day by any means.
But then! I woke up at around 10 pm and checked my computer for the first time all day. I got the shock of my life! Veronica Mars!!!! Movie!!! It’s happening! Kickstarter! I’m so excited I can’t make a coherent sentence! They raised the minimum required for the movie in a few hours, but are still taking backers. I had to kick in some money. It wouldn’t be right to be this excited and not donate.
Erik came home with a folder STUFFED with graded papers yesterday. I had pretty much convinced myself that they don’t do any actual paper and pencil work in first grade. I couldn’t figure it out, but I’ve seen very, very little in terms of graded papers.
Apparently my dear son has just “forgot” to bring home all his papers. I think his teacher must have cleared out his desk on the day he was absent and discovered several months worth of work. I don’t know, but it was nice to see that they actually do writing and reading and ‘rithmatic!
Of course, not all the work was high quality. I am thinking of calling a child psychologist after reading his writings about a koala bear. They had to follow instructions to draw a koala bear with a baby on it’s back climbing a tree. Then they had to do a little writing. The prompt was “Write about what the koala will do in the tree.”
His response:
Uoos a gun to kill me. Then the world. Then the galixy. Then every galixy. Then I dont no.
I talked to him about it and he looked embarrassed, but also giggled a lot. He said he was just trying to be funny. We had a talk about guns never being funny, but I don’t know if the message really found his brain.
So, innocent comment or sign of a budding sociopath? I’ll have to go with innocent comment, even though it was upsetting for me to read. He is a really sensitive, caring little boy. He always tries to make people happy and seems to have a knack for social situations. He almost always finds the kids who looks lost and alone and tries to make them comfortable.
Elsa, my other little darling, was having trouble working my computer and told me “My life is so hard.” I started laughing hysterically because she was just so serious and her life is anything but hard. With that reaction, of course she has spent the rest of the day going around saying “my life is so hard.”
Can you believe I’ve been writing this little tid-bit all day? I haven’t had the energy to mess around with the computer. We bought a subscription to abcmouse.com and the kids have basically taken over my computer, even though Erik has his own desktop now. Argh! I am so woozy from lack of food that I can’t form a coherent thought anyway, so it is best if I wrap this up.