Secondly, you are shunning routine? This is the fabric weaved within the Wangs. It compliments the spreadsheet.

Last night when this incident happened, I didn't have the energy to write about it.  I just wanted to crawl under the covers and pretend it didn't happen and hope that the next 37 days better go freakin' fast.  (And no, Ching wasn't around..he was watching The Game of Thrones...or as my mom calls it The Crown of Thorns...because that sounds just about right.)

As Laurel is getting ready to go to bed, she is overtired and starts in about how she hates routine.  It's the same thing every night...t.v., snack, brush teeth, book and song.

First of all, Laurel if you want to nix the song out of the routine, I am so cool with that.  You are seven--you still need four verses of Old McDonald?  Secondly, you are shunning routine?  This is the fabric weaved within the Wangs.  It compliments the spreadsheet.

It's Sunday night and I would like this to be an easy transition to sleep but it's not.  Laurel hates school.  Her teacher is mean.  She doesn't understand why she had to have this teacher.  She doesn't want to go to school.  Summer vacation isn't coming fast enough.

For the love of God, it's May.  Can't we get over this? This teacher didn't compliment your nurturing style...she is strict...she looks at you the wrong way.  

And then she starts to cry...

Oh crap.  Selfishly I think that if going to bed is this difficult, what the hell is tomorrow morning going to be like?

Laurel does give me examples of how her teacher corrects any mistakes.  Of course, the correction part is delivered to Laurel meanly.  I hate to doubt her but I have a feeling that Laurel is mistaking serious for mean. She is also giving her more work.  I try to spin it that Laurel is just good at the work and her teacher is challenging her by giving her more.  Laurel doesn't buy it....and then I feel like an asshole that I buy the same premise at my work.

I let her cry...because I thought she just needed a good cry.  I was kind of at a loss of what to say and hoping that I could sing that stupid song soon.

When I was in the seventh grade, I had a pretty hard time at school.  I had moved during the summer between sixth and seventh grade to a school that was much larger than I was used to.  And given the fact that I was at the most awkward a girl could be, made the transition a nightmare.  My mom was also transitioning to a new school at the same time as a teacher.  The transition wasn't that great for her either.  I specifically remember her telling me that if eighth grade wasn't easier, I wouldn't have to go back.

As Laurel was crying, wishing for summer vacation, I thought of what my mom said.  There is no way that I would tell Laurel that...damn, she was ballsy.