When I asked her where it was she replied, "When I walked in Ms. W said "Well, I guess that is your problem, not mine. Too bad so sad. Buh Bye.'"
Eldest Twerp was not complaining. Not upset. No taddling. Just stating the facts.
I asked her to wait in the car until I got back. I went to talk to the principal. And I am NOT a talk to the principal kinda mom. And, YES -- I have already spoken to the teacher - 4 times via letters and once in person.
This was the last email transaction:
ET needs to take 2 AR tests on Small Steps and Nancy Drew. She says she is having a hard time finding an appropriate time to accomplish this. Can you please help her squeeze in time this week that is convenient to you? Thanks so much.
This was the reply from Ms. W:
ET chooses to talk or do other things instead of AR tests. She can do it in the morning when she comes in or during class time. They have known that from the first week of school. I have told her this numerous time, if she listens. I write it on the board every morning. Tomorrow is the deadline and I have told them that also all week. Hopefully she will find it important enough to take care of before tomorrow. If not, maybe next grading period. Ms. W
And there you have it. Now listen I am all about a student being responsible for their actions. Really. And ET asked for 3 straight mornings and was told, "Not now. We are busy."
So, she has not taken the tests. I am not intervening. This is not where the issue lies with me; but rather with the attitude of you are not only on your own; but I might try my hardest to see you fail. This has been a REALLY hard transition for ET.
But today when I got back in the car she asked if I was angry. I told her no...I just needed to pick up some forms and we would just have to do the reading as late work. After over 3 hours of homework and a 2 page 5-paragraph essay on How the First Quarter of School Went - in which ET had nothing but love and affection for Ms. W - I gave her a break. A 30 min break to go play outside with her dog and eat. She came in and asked if she could take Jeter for a walk. It was already 6:15 and I was a little doubtful, but her eyes were still red from the tears and her breathing was still a little irregular from the sobs; so I said yes.
She asked if me and the boys would go with her -- ya know, for family time. AND I SAID NO! I SAID NO! The boys still had to eat and they needed baths and I had laundry going.
At 7 pm, I started the boys baths and just knew she would be walking in any minute. She was just having fun. I opened the front door at 7:15 and started yelling for her. No response. No where. And it was getting dark. I was feeling uneasy.
I got the boys out of the tub, dressed them and still no ET.
It was dark.
I walked around the neighborhood yelling her name -- no response.
I was starting to panic. I threw the boys in the truck and off we went.
I swear if that stupid 100 pound dog did not protect her, he was going to the pound.
My window was rolled down. I was in the panicked mother yell. The boys were crying. Asked where is sissy? It seemed like hours had passes. What if the dog got lose, she chased him and got turned around. What if someone stopped to help? What if? What if? What if? What if she needed me? I SAID NO!!!
Okay. Deep breaths. One more time around the block and then 911.
And there she came bounding round the corner - that big ol dumb dog walking her. I was so relieved. And then I wanted some answers. She knew the minute she saw me.
She was walking Jeter and he - WHO HAS NEVER GROWLED AT ANYONE IN HIS LIFE - went after a man "older than daddy but younger than grandpa" who was on crutches. Then the guy started talking to her. He was SO nice. He use to have a chocolate lab too. He wanted to know her age, her birthday. He told her what her horoscope was. He asked her IF SHE RODE THE BUS HOME. He was so so nice. And they talked forever. And she felt so bad about his hurt leg. But Jeter really did not like him. But he was just so nice.
At this point I was trying with everything in me to hide the absolute panic in my eyes. I think the goth/smokey-eyes did it.
She then says, "I am so sorry I worried you, I just did not want to leave and hurt his feelings!"
Who in their right mind would sit and talk to a 10-year-old for an hour on a school night? Even as it got dark? And move to the side yard? To get out of traffic??? On a cul de sac???
So we laid in bed and talked about how I had made a bad choice and some better decisions we BOTH can make in the future....then she said this...
"Ya know mom how I am adopted? "
"And how I really like cafeteria food?"
"Like all of it?"
"And how, well....I am just different?"
"Well, sometimes, sometimes at school...I wish I was just like all the other kids....and not so different. I wish I had friends and was not so annoying."
I am so glad it was dark. So glad she could not see the tears or witness the ineptness. I just hugged her tighter.
And her words just resounded in my head....Mom, that guy was just so nice to me.
Oh sure I wanted to march myself over to his house. And it is by no means over. But IJ is out of town. It was almost 8 at night. I have 3 kids. And I am a lover not a fighter. But this pushes my bounds.
We are moving. Seriously.
I have an appointment Wednesday afternoon and then you know what we are doing? I am picking her up form school and we are going to Disney World. And we are bonding and talking and hanging and hiring a real estate agent. Seriously.
She has always wanted to see the princesses. And this week, she shall. And this week I will make her see the princess she is. Cause life is too short to rely on others to help you see the princess within.
And then I am gonna beat the crap out of freak-o-neighbor. OK...not really. But I am gonna have a talk...with IJ by my side. And a large gun.
I kid. I kid. I don't even own a gun...yet.
I might close the comments. Please don't judge. Not today.