Another day, another horrible tantrum. This one directed at A’s mom. I got to dance class after it ended and M was running around like a hyena not listening and screaming at her, being a really bratty brat “you can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my mom, you’re the one who needs to say sorry, I don’t like you, don’t look at me,” etc. She really struggles with transitions and she really has a hard time when the routine is thrown off– loves our spontaneous weekend museum trips and adventures, but needs school days to be consistent, which lately they haven’t been at all. As much as I feel guilty about the prospect of putting her in FT daycare in new city, I think the routine will be good for both of us, and since it’s a younger group of kids a play based more relaxed setting (I really don’t think she could handle being in her current school til 5:30.)
As soon as we left she switched from mad to sad and on the bus home she was crying that I should’ve been there to take her to dance. After helping me make dinner she was calmer and we talked about things a bit then she said she was sorry about how she treated her grandmother and we sent a video apology. I always worry that if they are around M when she’s freaking out they’ll think “well that’s why we can’t take her anywhere, it must be the mother’s fault, who’d let their kid act that way” but she was very kind and understanding.
I’m going to drop M at school a few minutes early tomorrow (there’s a side entrance we can sneak into to avoid the traffic jam on the main stairs), go to work, try to do all the work in half the time, go to 1pm meeting. My sis is picking M up, instead of picking her up Fri. I’m going to leave as soon as mtg is done and get to the mainland around 3:30, buy an interview outfit, manicure, eyebrows (I never do that stuff and don’t find it enjoyable). Go home and pack overnight bag, Mr. Woofers (her bedtime stuffy is giant IKEA dog, every time we sleep out I want to downsize to one of her smaller dogs but no time ever feels like the right time to try the swap), my Friday bag, M’s Friday lunch. Get to my sister’s by 6, put M to bed, both of us sleep on her couch.
Wake up at 5 Fri, shower, kiss sleeping M, go to train station. See an apartment. Tour daycare. Lunch w/ friend. Interview. See houses. Train home. Get M from my brother (my mom has seemed to calm down and some combo of bro, her, sis will pick M up from school Fri and take care of her until I get back at 7:30).
I am really looking forward to the hours of solo train time to stare out the window and watch Shonda shows.
I’m watching a documentary in my us government class and they guy was saying how many of the founding fathers would blush and shy away from the fact that they were looked up to as gods and then it started playing some funky rock music and panned down to Alexander Hamilton and said, “Most of them that is.”