Lauren over at Hobo Mama just nominated me for one of those super cool bloggy things where you tag the other bloggers you really like for some reason. It was extremely touching. I am too lazy (I mean, really, let's call a spade a spade) to go through the effort to pass along the bloggy love (and I wonder why I have so few readers???) but I did want to say, go read Lauren's blog. It's really so lovely. Her recent post on making a sling for her son to wear his baby dolls in had my LOLing. Literally. LOLs everywhere.
So, thank you, Lauren. You grow more sweet by the moment! I'm glad to know you not just through Twitter and blogging, but in my real live world, as well.
I've had a really rough night. One of those nights where you want to crawl in a hole and not show your head again. It started with the auction meeting at my girls' school. I am a co-chair and we have been working our little butts off on this thing. We called a meeting for the entire school with the specific intent of assigning auction jobs to people. We offered childcare, brought snacks, sent out a meeting reminder and we got TWO parents at the meeting. One of them was a co-chair for a previous auction. I am so angry and sad. I know it's not, but it almost feels like a personal snub.
At the end of the meeting I was speaking with the school's director about something to do with how Iris was coming along in therapy and her anxiety at school and it was a lovely little chat. Then she asked me if I had ever talked to Iris's therapist about Eloise. To which I replied "um, why would I need to talk to her about Eloise?" and she let me know about all of the god awful things Eloise was doing to some of the other kids at school. Including (but not limited to) pulling her friend's hair and smacking her in the face right in front of a horrified parent who was there for a tour. Apparently Eloise's behavior has been getting worse and no one freaking told me. Truth be told, her behavior has been worse at home, too, but I didn't realize it was at school, too.
The kid Eloise hit was her favorite school friend and she had just been to our house for a very long (smack-down free) play date on Friday. I sent the girl's mom an email letting her know what I just learned and apologized profusely and told her what we were working on. It just seemed like, I don't know, if my kid was on the receiving end of those smack-downs (and don't think I've never wished she had a taste of her own medicine!) I'd want to hear some acknowledgement from the other parent that they are aware of it and felt badly.
So yeah. One kid in therapy at five, the other being suggested for therapy at 3 1/2. I don't even know how to deal. I've been taking these positive parenting classes and lord knows I'm not even doing it ALL of the time, or even MOST of the time, but I am doing some of it. So is Matt. And you know what? My kids have gotten so much worse. That's it. I'm blaming this all on Alfie Kohn. And sending him my kids' therapy bills. And my bar tab.