This morning was one of those where you wonder if you will actually make it through the day. I woke up the girls to get ready for school and pretty much instantaneously there was a revolt of wails and cries throughout the house. Alli complaing she didn't feel good, Claire saying that it was going to be the worst day ever, and Ainsley was pretty much just sulking and moaning. Guilt was setting in for ripping them from a school they loved with great friends and teachers, and I was wondering how I was going to convince them to get out the door. A little prayer in my heart and the thought came to me of how happy they'd be when they got home, when they were awake and their minds aroused, so I pushed forward and accomplished my goal...well mostly, Alli actually ended up having a fever, so she lucked out, but the other two are safely deposited where they should be.
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Sometimes I forget how hard moving can be for kids. I loved moving all over when I was younger, but my younger brother hated it. Plus, you've got 3 that all remember their friends, etc. and it was hard enough for one of mine to change schools this year. You're right though, they always are happy (for the most part) when they get home.
I'm sorry. I hate days like that. I tried calling you back, but missed you. Sorry! I'll try tomorrow!
Sometimes that is how I feel when the alarm clock goes off..... please don't make me go. But it usually turns out just fine.
Oh this makes me so nervous. We just found out on Friday that we're moving--new job for Dave in NM--and I'm sick about the move. Moving in the middle of the school year sucks, and so does Gallup. I hate the starting over part and the guilt I feel for making the boys leave their friends and fun. But, I guess you have to accentuate the positive, right? Seems to have worked for you...
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