The morning rush went okay. We made it out of the house just fine. We spent the entire drive to school talking about how Connor isn't allowed to interrupt me when I'm teaching (he has to spend the first 25-30 minutes of first hour in my classroom, since the elementary starts later than the high school). He then proceeded to spend the entire time he was in my classroom bothering me while I was talking to my class. We're going to have to work on that.
Caleb took the day off, to give himself a day of vocal rest and to be able to take Connor to kindergarten. So we both walked him over together, me taking pictures the entire way; Connor asking, "Can we just go into my school?" the entire way.
We got him inside and situated. I didn't want to leave him. But I knew I had to, and the quicker, the better. I didn't want to get the waterworks going, especially since I had to report back to a room full of teenagers and tell them about such exciting things like lunch detentions and dress code violations.
After school, I walked back over to pick him up. He was happy to see me, but he'd had a good day. "Too much cool things" too tell me everything about his day. He was tired. He threw a major tantrum in my classroom because he didn't want to talk about his day. Tomorrow I think I'll wait until we get home to ask him about his day.
And tonight he'll go to bed earlier.
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