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T. had regular start time in Littleton. However, Acton was delayed 2 hours. Rather than getting to sleep in, I had to get up to drive T. in to school. Which meant digging through the berm at the end of the driveway, deposited overnight by the plow. Oh well!
T. helped with the shoveling a lot. He was sort of annoying with a lot of confusion surrounding whether his teacher was going to be there or not (CASE classroom technically not being part of Littleton Middle School). In the end, it was fine. It was a half day and the cafeteria was closed, so I asked R. to get T. a Subway and drop it off when he went in to work at 9. Then I got A. in for her 2 hour delay.
The sitter, fortunately, did pick him up and take him to his (not canceled) swim lesson.
Not a great day, and it ended pretty badly, too, with a huge fight over T. denting A.’s bedroom wall with a hammer, trying to remove a nail that I had told him not to remove. Because he persisted in claiming he hadn’t done it, hadn’t remembered doing it, hadn’t remember me telling him not to do it and how did I know anyway, I got mad and as an object lesson, dented his wall. Alas, I failed to take into consideration our crap wallboard (you can push a nail in without benefit of hammer, when you want to hang a picture. Better not be a heavy picture!) and put a hole instead of a dent in the wall. So now I will be going to the hardware store to buy patches.
T. helped with the shoveling a lot. He was sort of annoying with a lot of confusion surrounding whether his teacher was going to be there or not (CASE classroom technically not being part of Littleton Middle School). In the end, it was fine. It was a half day and the cafeteria was closed, so I asked R. to get T. a Subway and drop it off when he went in to work at 9. Then I got A. in for her 2 hour delay.
The sitter, fortunately, did pick him up and take him to his (not canceled) swim lesson.
Not a great day, and it ended pretty badly, too, with a huge fight over T. denting A.’s bedroom wall with a hammer, trying to remove a nail that I had told him not to remove. Because he persisted in claiming he hadn’t done it, hadn’t remembered doing it, hadn’t remember me telling him not to do it and how did I know anyway, I got mad and as an object lesson, dented his wall. Alas, I failed to take into consideration our crap wallboard (you can push a nail in without benefit of hammer, when you want to hang a picture. Better not be a heavy picture!) and put a hole instead of a dent in the wall. So now I will be going to the hardware store to buy patches.