On Tuesdays, I drop off Gillian and pick up both kids from school. Since I don’t drop her off daily, my drop offs are miserable. And today was no different. She didn’t want me to leave. She clung to me and the teachers and I ended up distracting her so I could leave. I hate drop offs like that. I feel guilty about leaving her and I spend the day looking forward to to picking her up all day.
Tonight, I arrived at school and found Gillian playing with two boys at a table. She looked up when I walked in, looked at me and continued to play. I let her play for a few minutes and then said “Ok Gill, we gotta go get John.” She said “I just want to play more.” I said “I’m sorry, but we gotta get Johnny.” She continued to play. Then Miss Denise, her teacher, said “Start cleaning up.” Gillian continued to play. I attempted to help her put away the toys. All that did was aggravate her, and she ran across the room. Miss Denise said “I will have to write Miss Lisette a note letting her know that some of our friends didn’t have a good night. And she won’t let you play tomorrow.” This statement scared Gillian and she apologized and started to clean up. But then she refused to put her coat on.
Ugh. All day I think about my kids and I can’t wait to spend time with them and then she treats me like this. I wrote about this tonight, not because it’s a memory I would like to remember but so years from now when Gillian has a stubborn little girl that refuses to leave school I can remind Gillian that she once did it to me.
John and Gill went up a hill 