Let's just say the first day of kindergarten was a bust. Maybe I talked it up too much and he was expecting it to be a bit more glamorous and exciting, but when I picked him up from school the first day and asked him how his day was, tears formed in my eyes as he said, "It was boring. I don't ever want to go back there again." I literally heard my heart crack a little bit. His teacher had stopped me in the hall when I picked him up and said he didn't have a good day. She said he complained a lot and didn't want to do what she asked. I reassured her this was not regular behavior, and we chatted back and forth the rest of the evening on e-mail once I had a chance to talk to him. She was sure we'd be able to get him to come around. He'd been so excited the night before school started, he didn't sleep well. He was nervous that morning, and didn't want anything to eat. He didn't know anyone in his class. I guess I would have probably had
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