Today, out of nowhere, the big kid looked at me and said, "Mrs. Schneider is a bad girl. She did not come to the last day of school to say goodbye and that makes the big kid-y feel sad." (because he always adds a Y to his name). It is not like the big kid to remember anything for an hour, little less 2 weeks. I am P-I-S-S-E-D off all over again.
You know I was going to drop it. Whatever, she sees it as 30 minutes (since she's always late) a week she spends with 3 little kids but to him it is his teacher and his school and HIS LAST DAY DAMN IT. You can't just not come!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm sure the principal still checks in during the summer. I would think? Maybe I should write a letter, or should I call? I hate confrontation, this is the shit I hate about parenting. It's not acceptable to hurt the big kid's feelings though.
So I have to do that and clean up this mess of a house tomorrow. Things have really slipped while I've been sick and I doubt I'm going to feel much better tomorrow (because I'm an optimist like that and because I feel that crappy) but I'm going to have to buck up, TURN OFF THE COMPUTER, and clean up this house and report Mrs. Schneider to the Principal of The School.
(I bet you instead I'll get online and read some of the blogs I've added to my favorites list. There are a lot of funny people out there. That would be way more fun than cleaning and tattling. I'll probably lie to you about it though, so be forewarned)