So I did some soul searching and decided that August needed to stay home this year.
My husband did not agree, and he and the nice people at the preschool convinced me to give August a go.
It did not go well. We’re on day two and I’ve already received two phone calls regarding his behavior.
Is it possible that Mommy was right? I think so. They’ve made all kinds of plans for how we can help him, but my gut is screaming “keep him at home with his damn mommy!!!!”
Honestly, I’m exhausted by all of this. Tired of trying to fit my square peg kid into a round hole. Tired of justifying the decisions that I know are right. Tired of worrying, tired of my life being ruled by other people’s ideas of “right.”
So I’m done. Louie is doing fantastic, which I expected. He’s loving the adventure and the opportunities. August? He’s hiding in corners and rocking back and forth. My soul is bruised and I can’t take any more of this. Next year August will qualify for Early Intervention Preschool and I feel confident that will be a good fit for him. If I have to round-up some kind of diagnosis to make that happen, I’ll do that. In the mean time we’ve got story-time, and playdates and other activities are small and less stressful–for August and for me.