That's me. Im awful. I have not been around to do my blog, or to read blogs, Im afraid. You see...my life has gone nuts. Work is worse than ever, and I dont even want to talk about this class Im in now. I just decided to go for my Masters too, but now.....Im not so sure.This.class.sucks.
Anyhow, I miss all of you and your blogs (for those who have them)and hope you are all doing well.
The kids are doing great. Just got report cards, everyone improved from last time. L went went from mostly As to all As. S's grades have come up (not that they were bad before, but there was room for improvement), and behavior is still a non issue. A's grades have gone up, and his behavior has improved slightly (I wont go here though, because I think his teacher is clueless).
Im reliving the nightmare of mean little girls though. S is having some problems with a couple of girls at school. Somedays they are friends, somedays they arent. I hate that. Little girls are sooooo mean. I want to tell her to ignore all of them for about three years, I want to tell her that boys are more fun, until say about 11 years old and then they are mean and she needs to stay away from them until she is 20. Sounds good to me.
I had a sad momemt this morning, while looking over S's homework packet. She has to take her spelling words and write them in sentences. One of her spelling words was "moving" and this was her sentence:
"I hate moving because then you have to get used to their rules"
Ugh. I wanted to cry. Its sometimes easy for me to forget all they have gone through, like moving to different families, trying to fit in each place they go. Obviously, she has not forgotten, and it sounds like maybe moving still isnt far from her mind, even though she is adopted now, and is home. In my mind she is home, but maybe in hers, she is not so sure. I wish I could erase any doubt in her mind that she will never have to get used to another family's rules again.