Long Days

Sage has been asleep for almost an hour, and it's only 8:36pm. I went in her room and took this picture with my phone, and she didn't move. Truth be told, I don't care for these school days. I'm not over it. I hate that someone else is spending more time with her than I am. I hate that she comes home so exhausted that she falls apart over EVERYTHING. It is TOUGH. And I'm tired too. I get up before 6 everyday, and I know this is normal life for the working person, but I have still not adjusted to it. What happened to doing what WE wanted? I want to write the teacher and tell them how ridiculous it is that they take all of our time and are wrecking our home time. I know this is dramatic. I said a special prayer tonight. We were in her room talking together--just she and I--about school, and she told me how the kids made fun of her because her apple was big. Then she said they made fun of her because the pencil she chose was small. Of course, to us, it is ridiculous. I told her though, "Well, that's not making fun of you. They were laughing at the apple and the pencil, and that's just silly."

But she must go through a lot all day. Now she does LOVE school, thank God. I've been there to visit and on a field trip, and she had a lot of friends. She wakes up excited and ready to go everyday. But I thought about it after she went to sleep: I don't want my main focus when she comes home to be getting onto her for what she is or isn't doing. My main goal for her is to build her up so much that nothing at school will wear her down. It's a tough world out there, and I want her to feel so loved and special in this family that it overcomes anything she can experience outside of this home. It has been difficult for me having 2 kids at the ages they are right now, respectively. I'm trying to read her a book; Jaggar is standing on it. I just want a balance. Still getting there. I pray that God makes her sleep sweet tonight and that tomorrow she wakes up refreshed. Me too.