i just need one more day mom

Yesterday was our first day back to school after our Spring Break.  Both boys were very reluctant to get up at their 7:00 a.m. wake up call.  I had expected this.  They are always difficult to wake up on a Monday, but after any longer break they are ridiculous.

SJ was having nothing to do with getting up.  I think I tried twice and then my husband tried.  Finally, he made his way downstairs at 7:30.  I was so tired myself and I was trying my best to multi-task (making pancakes while I was building two lunches).  SJ was sitting there sobbing.

"Why are you crying?"  I asked him.  "I don't want to go to school today," he whined.  "I know you don't, but you have to," I replied.  "Why?"  he asked as more tears were streaming down his face.  This continued all through his breakfast.  I was hoping he liked the salty taste of his tears, because there may have been more tears on his pancakes than syrup.

At 7:50, I told them to go brush their teeth and get their socks on.  I went upstairs to brush my own teeth and I looked into SJ's room.  He was sitting on his bed attempting to put on his socks.  He was still crying.  He was crying so hard that he was almost coughing.

"Now, that is enough," I told him.  "Stop your crying and go get in the car."  He stomped down the stairs and put his sad little self in my car.  I came downstairs a few minutes later (I am always the last one out.  I have to check for forgotten items and to make sure the lights are off.).  He was still crying as I pulled down the driveway. 

"Why, why do we have to go to school today?" questioned SJ.  "I don't want to go either, SJ.  But we have to," added Bob.  "We are going to school because it is a school day. We had a nice long break, but now it is time to go back," I said.  "I just need one more day, Mom,"  pleaded SJ.  "That would be nice, but we can't have one more day," I told him.  Although I was thinking, I would LOVE to have one more day myself too. 

We pulled into the school's parking lot and I told him to dry up his eyes and go inside.  He did manage to pull himself together.  I was so worried that this was going to throw him off for the rest of the day.  I was feeling extremely empathetic for his poor aide.  I just hoped his sad mood would blow over soon.

When I saw his aide at the end of the day, she told me he was pretty grumpy until about 9:30.  Then she said he seemed fine.  Thank goodness that mood only lasted a few hours. 

Today our morning routine was a lot smoother.  He was still pretty crabby about going to school, but there were no tears.  I was very thankful for that.  I don't know if I could have coped with that again this morning (I was still very exhausted this morning too.). 

I would normally think the crabbiness would be ending after two days, but we have the trifecta tomorrow. Speech in school, Music class and Speech after school.  I am not expecting that he will be very happy tomorrow morning.  Give me strength!