Trenton not only got in trouble at school yesterday, but broke his glasses, as well. It should be noted he broke his glasses jacking around in class, not for an excusable reason. Then he lied to me about it.
If you're keeping track, that 6 months and 2 pairs of glasses gone. Luckily, I had the foreSIGHT to buy 3 pairs. However, he's been warned that if breaks or loses this pair, I will buy him those ugly, plastic, sports goggle glasses and THAT is what he'll wear from now on. He will also be working off the $120 it cost to replace each pair.
THEN, Carter had an absolute meltdown at swim lessons that evening. Crying so hard {the WHOLE time} that he was gasping for breath. Not fit throwing crying. Real terror, whole body sobbing. This was punctuated with loud pleas for me to come get him {from his place on the side of the pool} and "muh-muh, i doon wanna dooo this....please!". Then the reaching for me started. It was hard to watch. He did NOT want to jump in or swim. It was so bad, other teachers from other classes were asking about it. Was he always afraid of the water. No, he loves the water. Always has. Soooo, I dunno. I WILL smack his teacher in the mouth if he talks to me again like he did yesterday. When Carter started crying, I went over to see what was the matter. As I knelt down {no easy feat for me}, he quickly tried to cut off my conversation with Carter by interjecting with, "He's fine. He's fine." Yeah, I'll be the judge of that Captain Monotone. Shut your damn mouth. So I pointedly said, "I was talking to Carter", then continued asking what was doing. After determining it was just fear or... something, I told him he just had to get through the class and do was he teacher told him to. I explained he needed to learn to swim so he could be safe. It didn't help. He bawled the ENTIRE class. Brutal.
So, long story short, yesterday evening was a bit stressful. I was more than happy to crawl into bed with my favorite thing, my heating pad, on my back and sleep the sleep of the dead {until I had to pee at 1:55 am}.
I don't think I can take another day of explanations of bad behavior from T or emotional swim lessons with Carter.
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