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.
Natter 48 Contiguous States of Denial
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
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.
Aww! Cutiehead family story!