THE Call From the School

"Hello...this is Lindsay Unks, from the school. We would like to get together with you this week...to talk about a plan for home and school to work togther..."

This was the message I received from the school counselor this morning while I was in the shower. I called her back as soon as I realized that I had the message (it took me an hour to even think to check).

To say Eric is having difficulty getting to school is an undersatement! He hates school. He thinks he has learned it all. He just doesn't see the point of going day after day when he isn't even learning (or so he thinks).

Let me back up a bit to this morning. This morning started like any other. We cuddled. The kids got dressed. I made breakfast for all the kids and lunch for Eric. When his ride arrived, he started to throw a fit and said that he didn't want to go. I calmly went outside and explained that once again Eric was being difficult and so they should just go ahead and go to school. I would bring him in a bit. (That is right again. This was the fourth or fifth time this has happened this semester.) I then picked up his bag, jacket, and Eric and headed out to the car and drove him to school. Once at the school, I carried him over my shoulder along with his stuff and left him with the very kind and wonderful Mrs. Vickory who was waiting for Eric knowing that he would eventually get there and need an escort to class. That is when I left because I know that they don't take kindly to me being the one to drag him to class. I was told that once he got to class he was so disruptive that he was sent to the special ed room (I am friends with the special ed teacher, and Eric's best friend from kindergarten is her son.) From there, he apparently fled the school. Yes, that is right. The teacher turned her back for just a few minutes. Her room is right next to the doors that lead out to the playground. He ran out there and was going to go home. They got him back in school and he had to talk to the counselor, and she called me to request a meeting. YIKES!

Now I have a meeting scheduled with the counselor, the special ed teacher, the principal, and his teacher on Thursday afternoon. John said he will go with me so I don't feel like they are ganging up on me. Of course that means that I will either have to take Sean and Noel with me or I will have to get someone to watch them for that hour. There are a few ladies form my church that I am pretty sure I can ask. I really hope that I don't have to bring the little guys with me because they will be a huge distraction.