In Tink's classroom, the children are on a Stop Light Discipline system. Green: Great Day! Yellow: You had a rough day. Red: Pretty serious trouble.
Tink is always on Green. She's pretty quiet in school. Focused on her little circle of friends and always does well on her school work.
Thursday, Tink brought home a paper, accompanied by her sad face. She had gotten on Yellow. There was a brief note from her teacher, attached to her Yellow: "Tink had to be told several times to finish her work. She was too busy twirling her hair. Tink has had trouble for the last few weeks, completing her work, without coaxing. She is more than capable, she is just being lazy." (some of that is paraphrased)
I understood immediately.
Tink, like her mother, suffers with the Winter Blahs.
We have a few rules, starting in December:
1. We would rather not leave the house, once it dips below 50 degrees.
2. We prefer soft blankies to winter coats.
3. Jammies are better than jeans.
4. We shouldn't have to use our brains between Christmas and Easter. Except to decide which DVR event to watch.
5. Afternoons are designated nap time, could we maybe do 1/2 day morning Kindergarten, during January?
6. And to help keep our energy levels up, our diet consists of basketball game popcorn and peanut M&M's paired with daily doses of birthday cake.
Friday, Tink forgot her Show n Tell.
And because of the Yellow note, she did not get a prize from the prize box. She stumped out of school, ran to grab my hand. Exploded about her very bad day "Dis was the worst day! I didn't get a pridze. I jus wanna go home. I jus wanna go to Grammys. Humpf."
Bottom Line: If you need me or Tink, any time before May... I'll be hiding in my bed. And she'll be hiding out at Grammy's.
10 comments:
confirming fact! tan is a good life.
I'm ready for Tink to come back again. She does know how to live. I am still in my jammies! I think I know where you and Tink got your winter problem!!
Grammy
That is life's most true statement: Everything is better when you're sporting a nice summer tan. I thought I was sad enough thinking about this "wintery mix" that's supposed to hit tomorrow, but now I realize that I'll be facing it with pasty white flesh I'm even more depressed.
With each passing winter I realize I am more and more like my mother. Her motto from November to March has always been: "I HATE WINTER". We heard it every single time we would exit or enter the house, or vehicles, or a store. I heard that phrase more than "I love you", I swear. Now I get it. I hate winter too. Hang in there, Tink.
I also think there are more snotty sarcastic remarks threw these winter months. I won't mention any names.
"Threw"
... it's like Coach does the typos on purpose.
See what I meen.
Coach is so dumb.
He was giggling, waiting for me to re-check the Comment section.
He gets that from his Dad.
I'm laughing so hard from the "He gets that from his Dad" comment. I think that was from his Mom.
The Page Turner
I would have to agree with you and Tink, winters are very blah. Could go for that summer tan.
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