Conall's school district was out Thursday and Friday for an annual teacher's association convention. To top that off, his teacher got married on Friday and informed the class about it on Tuesday.
The teacher left early on Wednesday, which freaked Conall out. He had watched a Clifford the Big Red Dog episode a long time ago in which the teacher tells the class that she is getting married and moving away. Conall put the two together and assumed that was the case for his teacher.
When I picked him up Wednesday he was crying and came running out of the classroom and attached himself to me. Two of the teacher's aides told me how glad they were to see me -- he had been crying on and off since lunchtime, asking for me, and to go home.
It took me the walk to the car and the trip home to figure out what he was so upset about. He kept saying "Why does Ms. Smedley have to get married?" and "I don't want Ms. Smedley to get married." I finally got it out of him.
We spent the next two days and the weekend constantly reassuring him that she was coming back and putting up with a grouchy little boy. If Conall wasn't climbing into our bed in the middle of the night, he was wetting his.
Yesterday morning was the moment of truth! I've never been so happy to hear that his teacher was in! When I picked him up from school, the aide told me that he freaked out anytime the teacher left the room, asking "where is she going?" Isn't that just sooooo Conall?
Anyway, we are all still recovering from having an upset Conall home two extra days ... I've got messes upon messes to clean up around the house. On Thursday, Tristan and Logan came to play. On Friday, we went to a local indoor playground-thing and met a friend and her two daughters there to play. Then, he played with Kanton and August on and off the rest of the weekend. Between entertaining Conall and all of the messes he made playing, my house is a wreck! And Conall's room is beyond imagining. It will take me the rest of the week to get the house anywhere close to where it was.
I do have a couple of photos of Caitlin from yesterday to post, but nothing else. Things were so busy and Conall was so intense that I haven't taken any photos. And, that's not even mentioning the cough that won't go away (mine, from playing in the leaves with the kids a week ago).
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