Yesterday was just one of those days. You know the kind I'm talking about. The kind that starts really, really ugly and you feel like it's just going to get worse. In our case, however, it got so much better as the day went on (thank goodness!!). Jacob goes to preschool on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. Thankfully, he loves going, but that's beside the point. We drop Jacob off at preschool at 8:45 and take James to school (the bell rings at 9:10). Sometimes, it is a bit of race, particularly if the traffic lights are not working in our favor.
If there is anything I know about Jacob, I know that you cannot force him to do anything. Everything he does has to be HIS idea or he just won't do it, end of story. Well, I tried a little too hard to get him out of bed (in order for us to be out the door on time on preschool days, we have to eat breakfast no later than 7:30) and he resisted, threw a mild fit. Fine. I left him alone, then he wandered downstairs for breakfast. Well, something was just not right with breakfast. Another fit. Three fits later, he ate his breakfast. Then he didn't want to get dressed, then he wouldn't brush his teeth. By the time we were ready to leave the house, we were 15 minutes later than we should be.
Well, there was no time to take Jacob to school first, so I had to change plans and take James to school first. Now keep in mind that when we take James to school, he hardly even says goodbye to me before running off to play. When the bell rings, we doesn't see me to collect his backpack or even wave. So I thought taking James to school first wouldn't be a problem and he would be just fine when we said goodbye. I was wrong . . . Perhaps it was because he was one of the first kids on the playground, perhaps he was just feeling needy yesterday perhaps it was something else. We got James out of the car and said goodbye, started pulling away and James is just standing there, staring at me ready to cry. As he watched us, he started to cry and still stared, as if he were saying goodbye forever. Well, of course, we stopped again and got out of the car. He was crying and would not move from his spot on the curb. Fortunately, one of the playground supervisors saw what had transpired and took him under her wing. She convinced him to take his backpack to his line and stay with her until some of his friends came. Thank goodness she was there. He was fine the rest of the day.
From that point, we continued our morning by taking Jacob to school. Jacob, of course, wanted me to stay with him at school and would not let go of my hand. Soon, though, he got busy painting and couldn't wait for me to leave. Julia and I continued on to the grocery store and went about our day until it was time to pick Jacob up from school.
We live a blessed life. Sometimes, the day to day stuff is trying, but we are truly blessed with our children, our lives, and our home.
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