Kade's had a rough week...a really rough week. Monday started off at a 10 and by Tuesday he'd gone to a 1, maaayyybbbee 2.
He was SO excited to get his expander off and braces on....
he thought it'd be glorious.
All the attention,
the instant 'i'm a big kid' factor....
not.so.
Instead he had a LONG appointment and a LOT of pain.
This kid's mouth is so jacked up it requires all kinds of gear.
My favorite Kade quote this week was when he climbed into the car
after his appointment and threw 'said gear' into the car saying...
"Now I've gotta do all this crap!!!"
To make matters worse, he hates school.
Notsomuch hates school but he loves to homeschool.
For those of you that missed it,
as of 2011 the boys are back at their old school.
What's that? I never told you? Well, that's because I'm totally embarrassed that my tween
gets my panties in such a bunch that I refuse to teach him any longer.
It's all I can do to mother this strong willed child.
Love him to death but paybacks are a (you know what)! :)
Anyhow, it wasn't easy for me to make the decision of sending Kade back too because,
1. He wants to homeschool
and
2. I want him to homeschool
but after him going it alone last year,
I know how lonely he gets.
It was rough on him especially when we would dropoff/pickup Jaxon
and Kade would see his bff or "only the best aide in the whole entire
WORLD!"
So I sent him back,
against his will.
He's sad about it and I'm sad about it...
so I'm just praying I made the right decision
because I'm well aware this bouncing back and forth
is no good.
Being a parent seems to be kicking my butt this week.
Jaxon tested up 2 levels in math to Algebra.
How that happened I'll never know,
he's super smart but math's never been his best subject.
Anyway, his homework's a beast and he's struggling,
yet the teacher insists he stay at that level.
Thanks to Big Papa for tutoring him
every.night.
So even with the tears this week,
and the power struggles (with every kid),
and learning to find joy and happiness in the little things like
family scripture study and
Miss Sophia learning to tie her own robe....
saving me from doing it fifty-seven times a day.
Feel free to give me a tongue lashing some advice
on how to parent because frankly, I'm not feeling so hot about it!!