Today's Friday. The first official week of school is over. Behind us forever.
Thank God.
This week has been a little hairy. Or downright awful. I'm told this is normal... that the first week is always the worst. Looking back, I can believe that. But it's different this time around. Schooling two elementary aged children is definitely more difficult than an elementary kid and a preschool kid. It's a whole 'nother ball game. I'm hanging on to my sanity by a thin thread. Several times this week I've been tempted to call up Hall County and register Jordan for public kindergarten. I've never felt as out of control or frazzled as I've felt this week. Nothing has gone as planned. I did manage to have both boys complete all of their work this week, up until today. Jordan had a doctors appointment. We didn't get home until late, and then we needed to clean and get dinner going. I finally sat down at the computer with Jordan and was able to get his math and some phonics finished. We'll catch up this weekend.
Jordan. Bless him. He's such a little wiggle worm. As long as something's in front of him, he's fine. He loves his computer lessons and tolerates everything else. Except for phonics. Especially the portion of phonics that is not "hands on". I finally realized that the lessons go a lot quicker if I let him do a little "happy dance" to get the wiggles out after every correct answer.
Co-op is going well for Shaun. He's learning a lot and the classroom time is good for him. He's also doing really well in his lessons at home. I think he has finally resigned himself to the fact that he will have to do his school work whether he whines about it or not. I had zero whining from him this week. He's been good as gold, and has worked so hard for me. Love that boy!
I finally took Jordan to the doctor today for his sleeping issues. Dr O actually did a double take when he walked into the exam room and got a look at me. I guess I looked kind of tired. Jordan hasn't slept in about 2 weeks. I thought we'd gotten over this problem, but now it's worse than before. He's been getting about 3-4 hours of sleep a night. No where near enough. He's exhausted and so are Chris and myself. We're all struggling to function while walking around with our eyes half closed. I finally took the advice of my sister and called the doctor. He's referring us to a sleep specialist. He doesn't think anything medically is causing his insomnia. Most likely it's his strong will. And a sleep specialist will apparently know how to handle this. In the meantime, I'm supposed to hang in there and try to get some sleep.
Last Sunday, a sweet friend from church asked me if I was okay. I told her yes, just tired. I told her a little about Jordan. And she said she'd be praying for sleep. How could I not have prayed about this? I'm so used to praying for the major issues in my life, I forgot that God cares about me needing sleep, too. So please, if you're a believer, join me in prayer for my babe. Pray for him to have rest and for this issue to work itself out without us even having to go see the specialist. I'd really appreciate it!
It was past lunchtime when the appointment was over, so we stopped at McDonald's. We ran into some friends from church in the Play Place and Jordan was able to get some energy out. He was being very good. Not loud, just energetically running and playing in the appropriate area with his friend. Imagine my surprise when a perfect stranger sat down near me and asked how old Jordan was. I told her that he was 5. She then commented to me that he was pretty hyper and that I should put him on Concerta.
O. M. G.
Do you even know how hard it was for me to bite my tongue in my sleep-deprived, PMSing state? Very, very hard. I actually did bite my lip to keep from snapping, "Yes, I know all about Concerta and would really rather not have another child of mine experience all of the negative side effects of those medications. Maybe you should do some more research yourself before giving out medical advice to people you don't even know".
It's one thing to suggest, parent to parent, a treatment that has worked for your child. It is entirely another thing to make a statement like she did. Really... I'm the one who has to deal with my child, so what's it to her? I don't know this woman, but I gathered from listening to her that she and I disagreed about a lot of other things too. I was glad to see her leave.
Tomorrow, Shaun has a long birthday party to attend. Long as in, 5 hours long. My friend Kendra is a brave woman. Ha! Since I haven't had a night off in several weeks, the Hubs and I decided that I should stay in town instead of driving back home. So I'll have a few free hours to myself. Maybe I should find a cheap hotel and take a nap. Instead, I'll probably window shop, see a movie, and get groceries. Then come home, make dinner, sit up with Jordan all night and get ready to do the same thing all over again next week.
I really, really need some rest.
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