Today, Elizabeth stubbed her toe after school and was crying in the living room. Ryan was in the dining room having his share of the after school snack. I was rocking Elizabeth on the couch when Ryan showed up with the last piece of his doughnut for his big sister, to make her feel better.
Later, Elizabeth negotiated a Lunchable for her dinner. (It wasn’t a hard negotiation, I’m tired.) She and Ryan shared it- she eats the turkey, he eats the crackers, and they share the cheese. Then she split the Oreo down the middle and handed him half.
While I was cleaning up after dinner, Elizabeth ran through the room and smashed into me and the dishwasher. She hurt herself and got a reprimand because I was holding a knife when she ran into me. For the second time that night (who are we kidding- likely the hundredth time that night), she was crying. Her brother came to her rescue, first by climbing up me and hugging her and stroking her, and then by going to get both cars they ride around. He rode his and dragged hers to her, in the hopes that she would play with him and feel better.
Elizabeth gets out of school at 3:55pm. (I know. It’s soooo late.) Her school is a K-8 school and it’s pretty large. I think there are seven or so kindergarten classes and then distribute that amount of children through all the upper grades as well. Kids can walk home, take the bus, or be picked up. Elizabeth isn’t eligible for the bus and we live too far to walk, so pick up it is. (I don’t know that I would send my kindergartener on a school bus that also contains eighth graders even if she were eligible.) There are a lot of cars in this line. I’ve been experimenting at what time to get here, but so far we haven’t been able to get out in less than an hour. Either I get here lots before school gets out and get in the front(ish) of the line or it takes so long to get to the front. Today I tried getting here a few minutes before school got out (so far I’ve always been a half hour or more early) and I’m all the way around the other side of the building. I clearly either need to be much earlier or much later. This experiment just resulted in me being at the very end of a not moving line. I’m sure it will get faster as the school year goes on but for now, yikes. The kids are called up by number and they aren’t great at that yet (Elizabeth had to be called four times on the second day because she wasn’t paying attention) so I think that will help in a week or two by repetition. In the meantime, Ryan is getting very tired of this hour long car sitting every afternoon.