Rough start

After the Christmas break the younger kids started at a new school. I was worried about switching Kylie because she has had a hard time in school the last couple years and this year is the first year that she has really excelled. I was not too worried about Kendall, he is very smart and picks up new information and friends quickly. No one wants to uproot their kids so it was really hard to make the choice to switch. The kids were a mix. Kylie was excited for the change and Kendall was NOT.
DAY 1- I took them to school and walked them to their new classrooms. No fanfare, just "Have a good day!" and I left. At the end of the day I got generic, "It was okay" responses. Kendall is in a class with 7 boys and 22 girls! Kylie has 2 new friends and likes her teacher. Oh good. It was a good thing to switch.
DAY 2- I answered the phone at work to hear a sobbing voice. I couldnt even tell who it was or what they were saying. After some coaxing I find Kendall on the phone. He is so upset that I cannot understand what he is saying. The principle takes the phone to talk to me. She tells me that I may not be aware that this school is a "higher learning" school and that Kendall is behind. His teacher is alarmed at how far behind he is in math and they are keeping him after school for an hour. She mentions that Kendall was not "with" his class yesterday. I ask, "What do you mean not 'with' the class?" She responds he was looking around the class and seemed distracted. HELLO!!! IT WAS HIS FIRST DAY IN A NEW SCHOOL WITH NO FRIENDS A NEW TEACHER AND CLASSROOM MATERIAL HE HAS NEVER SEEN BEFORE!! I could feel my face getting hot and my mama bear claws coming out. I reply," Well to be honest with you, he does not want to be attending your school. He is a smart kid and he can do anything you teach him. It isn't his fault that he is behind if that is all the further through the book they were at his old school. If he was 'out' of it yesterday, give him a break! It was his FIRST day." Anyway after a long conversation with the principle I got Kendall back on the phone. He was still crying and I tried to calm him down. I told him he was not in trouble and his teacher was very nice to take her own time to help him after school. I went to lunch at the school to try to lift his spirits. Yum cafeteria food. It is amazing those kids dont get sick...they inhale their food! 30 minutes to eat and go to recess. So I picked Kendall up an hour after school got out at 3:45. After a brief meeting with the teacher we were home around 4pm. He took a little break and then started his homework at 6:30. We finished it up at 9:20!!! He was about to have a breakdown by the time we were done. Thank goodness Kelsey was there to help him with his math. I got lost in the whole prime number, improper fraction mumbo jumbo. I praised him for his hardwork and told him tomorrow would be better. (I hope) I felt so bad and really wondered if I had made a mistake by moving them. (by the way I have no hard feelings toward the principle or teacher. They are both very nice and want Kendall to succeed. His teacher will be good for him because he is going to have to work very hard to be responsible and it will be good for him to be challenged at school.) I just wish they had been a little more sensitive those first 2 days.
DAY 3-A good day. A few hours of homework again.
Day 4-Another good day. Kendall forgets to take some of his homework to school. He calls me. If he does not turn it in he has to stay after school for an hour. Hmmmm. I think this is a great way to teach responsibility. I get the homework, take it to Kendall who is waiting in his classroom. I hand over the collateral to free him. I told him that was the first and last time I will bring his work to him. He spent 45 minutes of time this morning playing the wii and he should have spent it making sure all his stuff was packed. He knows that next time he forgets he will have to spend an hour after class. Not so bad to make them learn the hard way. That is how we were all raised. He likes the boys in his class and I am sure he will be fine.

Do you think they would notice..

..if we just loaded up our house and took it with us?
So here is the really dumb post about dumb stuff happening in our lives right now that I don't want to be posting but it is inevitable so here it goes.(like my temper tantrum?)
Our landlord decided that he wants to sell our house. RIGHT NOW. I got a phone call a few weeks ago informing me that as of that day, our house was for sale. Have you ever felt homeless? I did that day. We knew that this may be coming but I just went with the successful mental approach that maybe if you ignore it....it will go away? In case your wondering, that doesn't work.
I have been looking in the paper everyday for the last several months for a house to rent. It has to be big enough, in the Franklin school boundaries and not a total dive....there is not a whole lot of options. So to make a long story endless (just ask my sisters, the story is endless) we are looking for a house to rent and hoping that our home does not sell before we can get things arranged. I could go on and on about all the dumb ways that we have been jerked around in this deal but I wont bore you.
I know that everything happens for a reason and we will end up where we are supposed to be. I am just not very good at the be patient thing. Keep us in your prayers.

I'm not bitter

I don't want to do many posts where I rant but really wanted to share. I discussed it at length with my office coworkers today and even after venting to them, I am still a little irritated about it.
I took my kids to our ward harvest party last night. The food was great and the young men and women had set up some really fun booths and a spook ally. About an hour and a half after we were there I ran into my son, Kendall, in tears in the hallway. His friends were gathered around him with worried faces. Apparently some man in my ward spoke harshly to him about wearing a mask in the church building. He didn't know who it was. Okay, so....

A- If you have a problem with my child's costume, come and talk to me instead of yelling at him in the hallway and embarrassing him in front of his friends.

B- I guess there is an unspoken rule about wearing masks in the church building...which I am totally fine with and I support it, but I honestly did not know. (You know the unspoken rules like playing with face cards and drinking coke...I break both of those too.) I am going to H-E-double toothpicks.

C- There were other people wearing masks as well....did they get yelled at?

D- What if I had been an inactive or a new member. Would I have come back to church if someone yelled at my son like that?

I gathered up my kids after that and left because I was irritated and tired and my back hurt from carrying my 3 year old on my hip for a half hour because he was scared.
So, there it is, and now I will get over it.