Remember the math genius from yesterday? Today that math genius threw a massive tantrum at the school pick-up line because I managed to forget his Nintendo DS, and he absolutely needed it to make it through Ellery’s gymnastics lesson, because, clearly, without it he would die.
(This is where I confess I kind of forgot we had gymnastics entirely, and had to call Tom to throw gymnastics clothes into Ellery’s bag before he brought her to school.)
Then Shep screamed, at the top of his lungs, “I hate you!” In front of the Head of School, where I now teach. In front of the parents of the preschoolers, whom I teach. It was mortifying.
Then at gymnastics, Neko and Shep ran around like wild monkeys for an entire hour, and even when I asked them to stop playing with that big rolling thing for the fifth time, I looked over, and Neko was steamrolling Shep with that same big rolling thing.
And after we returned home, and I was at the end of my rope, and sort of wishing someone had been just a little bit hurt with the big rolling thing, because at least then my point would have been proven, I rounded the corner and found myself face-to-face this Playmobil scene.
And then I had to love my kids again. Like bunches and bunches.
But they still exhaust me. And they better not touch that big rolling thing next week.