The Moment

It is definitely time for Spring Break. The kids are nearing their breaking point school-wise. Even Zaya, Mr. Even-Keel himself, is getting teary and moody in the evenings.

"But Mom, I'm so tired of paperwork!"

I narrowed it down to his primary gripe which is...handwriting.

I can't blame him. I always hated handwriting. Not the act of writing, but all the practice. He actually has surprisingly good cursive, considering his genetics. (I write like a neurotic 13-year-old boy.) Maybe that's the problem. He takes a long time to get it right, and so spends twice as long on his paper as a normal kid his age.

I'm not going to let him know that I agree with his assessment of the excessive amount of cursive required for a first-grader, because I am not the kind of mommy who sides against the school, but it is a bit much.

On a good note, Mim is doing better this week with the crying in the mornings. She's finally decided that it isn't so bad, and there is nothing to be afraid of. Well not much.

She has all these (unreasonable) fears. She's afraid of getting a bad grade, getting in trouble and being made to eat all her lunch. None of which fears have any basis in reality. She has a wonderful teacher, and she never, ever gets in trouble for anything. Oh, except crying because she's scared she'll get in trouble.

Anyway.

We are ready for Spring Break. Unfortunately, I can see all this starting back up again as soon as we head back.

So basically, I'm struggling to live in the moment, because the moment is a bit stressful and whiny. Breathe in...breathe out...breathe in...breathe out. Eat chocolate.