Dammit

by statia on March 18, 2009

The Mini started “school” this week.  He was all excited to go.  Well about as excited as a toddler could get, given the fact that he didn’t know where we were going.   If I asked him, he said “school,” but he didn’t have much of a clue.

Until we got there, and then “holy shit, NOOO.  Pick me up,  UP UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP.”  As he gripped my neck, and started to get upset, the teacher pried him off of me and did the right thing.  She walked away as he screamed “MAMA, MAMA.”  The Meester and I kind of stood there dumbfounded, and I finally had to tell him that we had to go or else I would have marched back in there in tears and grabbed him out of her hands.   It was absolutely heart wrenching and I felt like shit for the entire two and a half hours he was gone.   It was very weird not having him at home.  It was weird not having him around, period.

Of course, the teacher informed me that he calmed down after ten minutes (thankfully), but we had the same problem today.  I’m guessing it’s going to be a bit of an adjustment for him, since he’s so used to me being his primary caregiver.

He’s been happy to see me when I go and get him, and gives me hugs.   This part I love.  Even after two days, I’ve noticed he’s more social, happier and less bored at home.  He’s also trying to articulate more.   While I believe that he’s got a processing issue with language, he IS trying to convey his thoughts, so I know that this is absolutely the best thing for him.   I hate that they go to school so young, but I can’t entertain him as I used to, and I can’t give him everything he craves to learn.   And the kid sucks everything up like a sponge these days.

The other thing he’s started doing as of late, is something I’m not proud of.  He says dammit.  When something goes wrong, I hear him mumble “Dammit,” which is entirely all me.   Today, I heard him say “Dammit, spill apricot juice.”   As he rounded the corner, he made a point of pointing to his pants.    In leiu of actual swearing, I’ve habitually started to say dammit, which I don’t even do consciously anymore.   The Meester of course, is having a field day with this, because it’s MY fault that the kid is saying dammit all the time, which I completely ignore, because I know the Mini will forget about it if I don’t make an issue out of it.   Sure, he can laugh all he wants, but I’m just lying low like a tiger in the grass watching its prey.  The minute he says “fuck,”  I will just look him in the face and laugh heartily.   It’s just a matter of time.

{ 5 comments }

Susanne March 18, 2009 at 11:40 pm

I’m laughing soooo hard that I may spew apricot juice out my nose. “Dammit, spill apricot juice.” Thanks. I needed that.

Darren March 19, 2009 at 2:13 pm

absolutely he’ll get the hang of school and drop offs…it just takes time…we used to get the same thing and its guy wrenching but now, our son unbuttons his jacket, hangs it up and we get a hug, a kiss and a basically get out of here look.

jesser March 19, 2009 at 2:27 pm

The mental image on the apricot juice story is awesome. Sounds like he’s really taking to school well! The separation is so hard at first, probably even harder if they’re older since they can verbalize the angst. By now Tabby glances up at us like “You still here? WTF?”

Peeveme March 19, 2009 at 3:29 pm

Whoops. It’s hard to stop saying thing you just say without thought.

Piccolina says “I’m so tired” and I know she learned that from me. Because I am so gosh darned tired.

School will get easier. Soon he wont want to leave with you and THEN you’ll have something to cry about.

motel manager March 24, 2009 at 3:46 am

That’s great that he is liking school. We are sending S. in the fall. Originally, I hadn’t planned to do so until he was 3, but then he seemed a little bored.

S. started telling people to SHUT UP the other day. This was the direct result of my telling our barky dog to shut up. I now say, “Please be quiet, dog.” It’s very effective. Not.

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