I don't know if I cried when I went to kindergarten for the first time, but I sort of doubt it, since I'm the youngest and my sister had been talking up how great school is since she started going two years before me.
My mom just called to let me know she found some Xmas ornaments I had made years ago that she was going to give me while I was out there last week, and while we were talking, she sort of half-assed apologized for being so gung-ho on me getting the gastric-bypass surgery that she was hardselling the entire time I was out there (the only really bad part about the visit). My sister just had it done and she's about half the size I am, but I'm still very nervous about the whole idea of being cut open and having my stomach reduced in what is practically an irreversible operation. Today, she was very supportive of me trying the diet option first (like my sister was last night).
I'm totally not sharing my example of school going anxiety, because it isn't a good one. Thankfully, I'm pretty sure it is a huge anomaly and to this day, I couldn't tell you exactly why I was the way I was.
Sounds like your Mom found her own cluestick, Kathy. I think with parents it's particularly hard, because you have to separate "self" from "child" and even as the decades go on, there's still a little unconscious attachment that works its way into attitudes.
Update: This morning's "professional development" may actually have been more painful than the upcoming sexual harassment training. I didn't know that was possible.
Sorry to hear that cutie. Try to have fun at sexual harrasment training.
I've reached the end of the internet and I really really don't want to do a particularly annoying task. And I don't want to clean when I get home. And I really don't want to clear out my cabinets AGAIN this week.
I just don't wanna.
My company sponsored me for a whole day of diversity training, which includes gender/sex/sexuality sensitivity. For a whole day. At least they fed us, but, being who we are, 80% of the room showed up thinking it would be a diversity hiring best practices session, and the other 20% showed up hoping to air gripes about the one smoker on the floor who hacks up a lung every afternoon. (It's not that she smokes; it's that she goes outside and smokes and comes back inside and coughs like your grandma does 30 seconds before you dial 911.)
I wrote a very frank assessment at the end that said, "There has got to be a way to test out of this class, because that was incredibly boring and condescending."
Haven't been fired yet!
I just don't wanna.
Me either.
Wanna go to Vegas instead?
Is it warm there right now?
mac report: he has been picked up. Was all smiles and happy. Has proclaimed school "fun". Is voluntarily doing "homework" (I put this in quotes because what the hell is K homework) so it will be all done for his teacher tomorrow. I did not get to talk with him as my mom thought it might pull him from happy to whining. 34 minutes until I leave. 1:34 until I am home to hug him. ijs.
