Things are getting better the further away we get from September. My equilibrium is slowly being restored with every boring routine day that passes. I love boring, routine days.
A note home from the teacher yesterday caught me off guard. Notes home make me feel like the girl is perceived to be a bad kid and me a bad parent. The reason for the note sure didn't make her look good. To my surprise the girl had bitten a boy in her class while they sat together for circle time. The girl is not a biter so this came as a shock. In her note the teacher mentioned the girl had said she was pretending. When the husband asked her that evening, she said again that she was pretending. Pretending that the boy was a piece of bread.
I almost laughed out loud at that. She once gave a not too different explanation as to why she had bitten her brother.
Maybe I am just feeling the change in the seasons and the decrease in light, but I am tired. Tiredness combined with the note home titled my equilibrium yesterday and resulted in a lot of yelling. And by a lot I mean more then normal which is none.
Today the rain is causing me to think about last winter. It was long. It was hard. I ate a lot of cupcakes.
I am hoping this winter will be easier. Because despite my earlier assertions and the fact that I sometimes have to stop and wonder if I am crazy, I will be home again with the kids this winter. If nothing else my folly at somehow becoming, and choosing to be, a stay-at-home mom is reason enough to make me smile today.