Yesterday started out a little rough for Brandt. Mommy was preoccupied with Campbell's first day of school. I was worried about walking to school and back home and still having enough time to get her and Blake dressed, fed and ready to leave in time. Blake decided 6:10 was a great time to wake up and I wasn't quite ready to wake up yet. The kids had been up later than they should have been Monday night and Brandt wasn't really ready to get up at 7:00.
First he told me he wasn't feeling well and couldn't go to school and for a minute I thought maybe he was really sick. Will and I had both been sick over the past couple of days, but he couldn't really pinpoint what was wrong, so I realized he was faking. Then he started to complain about his stomach, so I gave him some Sprite and breakfast and went to get dressed. He ate, got dressed, brushed his hair and teeth and then threw a fit because I wouldn't let him take Sprite to school in his water bottle. He used the excuse that Courtney does it. I reminded him that Courtney has a very active imagination and we don't believe everything she tells us, but he was not any happier. We finally got out the door five minutes later than we should have, which made Mommy grumpier than she should have been. Five minutes into our walk he was still arguing about the Sprite and I finally used "I am the Mom and I make the rules and you won't always like them, but as long as you live with Daddy and I, you have to follow them", which only made him angrier at me. He was a little calmer by the time we got to school and I gave him a hug and sent him inside. The nurse didn't call all day, so I knew he wasn't really sick.
When I went to pick him up, we were walking down the sidewalk and after about 30 seconds he said "Mommy I have to tell you something that happened at school today, but will you not get mad?" After I agreed, he told me that his planner got put in the yellow bin and explained that meant that he got a warning because he was talking too much in class to Kinley. I asked and Kinley is a girl :)
Now about the getting mad part. Brandt has never, ever since he started going to preschool at two, gotten a warning, been on yellow, gotten a sad face, or whatever they use. He always gets a green light, star, sticker, smiley face, whatever. He follows rules like nobody's business. I know this probably ruined his whole day and he punished himself more than I ever could have. We wouldn't punish him for one warning anyway. We did talk about the importance of paying attention in class and being respectful to Mrs. Liesveld. I don't think that he will ever get another warning. Our sweet little boy who wears his heart on his sleeve.