Needing a break on a Friday

It’s been one of those weeks where everything in life exhausts you. For no reason! Just a lot of things building up to a whole lot of wanting to crawl under the covers for a very long time.

S is having some trouble at school again. I toyed with how much to write about it here because he is getting to the age where I don’t want to embarrass him, but I feel like I need the support here. He’s having some trouble with a couple kids in his class, and it’s spilled over to where he’s the one getting into trouble and I can’t leave it to them to fix anymore. There’s been a lot of name calling back and forth and Spencer told the other boy he was going to do something mean to him (for a first grader, he was going to flush him in the toilet) as a response to the other boy threatening him with a wedgie and a wet willie. Hardcore stuff here, right? S was the one who got in trouble though, because it was his part of the exchange that got overheard by the teacher. On one hand, I appreciate my child standing up for himself. He’s always been a people-pleaser and a follower and I always worried that would get him into trouble when he started following his friends instead of adults (and I was right) but I’m glad he’s not just taking it. On the other hand though, his teacher needs to be aware of the situation in case it escalates, and in the event she hears part of what’s going on she can explore the rest of it.

So last night I wrote a long letter to her explaining what was going on, and how I was not excusing S’s behavior (because I’m not, he also needs to learn what is acceptable and what’s not) but that I wasn’t sure she knew the full extent. I had to use some first grade name calling in serious sentences – “professor poopsberg” and “fartman”. Now I’m second-guessing the letter because I don’t want to land him in one of those “hug out your feelings” meetings with the principal. They are in first grade. They aren’t all going to like each other. They NEED to figure out how to deal with each other without adults getting involved all the time. But. But.

I’m constantly second guessing my parenting. I can only do my best, right?

Anyhow. We had the funeral yesterday which was long and exhausting but nice. Lots of family. Long long day. Tomorrow we have baseball tryouts and a birthday party and ugh. I’m tired. So tired.