Madder Than Before

Madder? More mad? How about I'm just angrier than before I went in to talk to his teacher. So much so I'm considering pulling him out. I miss Mrs. Ray and Children's House. Erin, please tell her I think of her daily and wish I could have packed her in my suitcase. Wendy, picture Mrs. Owen for kindergarten. The Cole that ran out of the van and bounced into class is gone. She constantly would ask "he's ALWAYS in a good mood! Is he ever unhappy?" That is no longer the case and it's hard. I know if I'm hating it, poor Cole is even more miserable.

I don't want to talk about it yet. I'm going to reflect on what he said and chew on it over the 3 day weekend. I feel a migraine coming on. Poor Keith has no idea what he's coming home to. I even have a Pampered Chef party I was going to go to and now I just don't feel like it. Not even buying the trifle bowl will perk me up... and I really want that dang bowl. Isn't it a "need" vs a want?

I agree. I know it's been a lot about Cole lately. Brad is alive and doing well. Today he told me that he wanted to say the word stupid. I told him that others might use that word, but he may not. Choose another word. He stomped his foot down and declared "I'm growing up and not growing little." I guess that's his way of telling me he's not a baby anymore.

Oh - today was basketball practice and I sat with a lady who has twin 3 year old girls. They (the little girls) played with my hair and twisted my earrings so very delicately. She adjusted my necklace and just wanted to be girlie. I loved every second of it. It was As Good As It Gets.