While the extra little holiday yesterday was nice, the end result was that today, Thursday, was more like a Monday morning. Not. So. Nice.
Carlie hasn't been to school since Friday. Her teacher sent home her assignments Monday and Tuesday. This morning, she had a huge melt down over an assignment that was due today which she did not complete because she (a) forgot about it and (b) didn't have the book. It is in her desk. At school. Where she hasn't been since Friday.
She went ballistic and had a two-year-old sobbing tantrum. Seriously. At age 10 years 11 months.
Question to the moms: how much do you micromanage your child's school work? She had her books, she had papers, I said "Do your homework before you have anymore computer time." I saw her at the table with books and papers. Later, I saw her on the computer and I said, "Did you get your work done?" She said yes. I felt my parental duty was done.
This is not the first time that she "forgot" about an assignment, watched DVDs and played around on the computer instead, and then remembered her assignment in the morning.
I have a friend with a child Carlie's age who is ON TOP OF her child's assignments. Seriously. She knows every paper due, every report, the date of every test. I do not know these things. I ask Carlie if she has homework when we get home, and believe her when she says yes or no. If she needs help, she asks me for help. Otherwise, she does her thing and I leave her to it. Am I being too lax? I mean, seriously, isn't fifth grade old enough to manage your own shit?
ANYWAY.... I took her to school, a sobbing wreck of a girl, wearing a sweatshirt out of the dirty hamper, hair that had been shampooed but not brushed, unmatched socks, red splotchy face and still actively sobbing.
At this point, she is no longer crying about the horror of the forgotten assignment. Now she's crying because she doesn't want to go into her classroom looking like a crying freak.
As we're walking thru the halls, I start talking to someone, and I'm kind of gesticulating, as I am prone to do, and I stabbed Carlie in the forehead with my car keys. STABBED HER IN THE FOREHEAD WITH MY KEYS. As in a little dot of blood is now forming on the girl's forehead. This child seriously could not get a break this morning.
The last thing we need around here is two Mondays per week.