The reviews are in and after one day, Hadley is calling 5th grade a bust. She’s not going back. Her friends are in different homeroom class and she's comparing her current room assignment to a prison sentence.
Upon returning from school, Hadley crossed her name out on my "Have a Great Day Chalkboard." Sheesh.
If this is any indication of how the school year is going to proceed, I might have to imprison myself.
She has requested to be home-schooled to which Cameron replied, “Hadley, don’t do that, you will be dumb!”
Shit. I guess my review isn’t so hot either.
Did they learn anything? Well, kinda.
Hadley: I learned that these shoes give me blisters.
Cameron: Allergies. I learned about allergies. If I don’t wash my hands after eating peanut butter, I could kill a kid. Maybe even a kindergartner.
With my heart breaking a little for Hadley, I am hopeful that if can convince her to attend, that tomorrow might be a little bit better.
Maybe I’ll play her a little Wilson Philips on repeat tonight and teach her to “Hold on for one more day…..” Perhaps then she’ll be begging to go to school.
That’s what it’s come to, ten years into this parenting gig and I’m now relying on Wilson Philips.
This is my only idea. This is all I've got. I'm going to smack the first day of school blues out of her with early 90s pop music.
Good luck Hadley. PS. Cameron wash your hands.