Failure...

After every success comes a failure. Unfortunately Vern’s failure was only one short day after success.



Mid Morning – Ring – Ring

Me: “Hello”

Chuck: “Hi Deb”

Me: groan…..

Chuck: “I personally had to take Vern to school today…..”

Me: my brain shut down. There ws no more capable thinking and reasoning and functioning for quite a while. I was only capable of incoherent muttering and grunting responses…



Seems as though the school police and the bus director (Chuck) were called out – to – the – bus to remove little Vern because he was being disruptive in foggy conditions and the bus driver felt it unsafe to continue. Vern had a personal ride to school. Mom’s stomach is still upset.



I have a meeting today with the principal of the school and Chuck to see how we can resolve this issue. I am thinking I will buy them a roll of duct or shipping tape and they can just tape him to the seat each morning and evening for the ride.

Success!

I would call today a very successful day as my little Vern made it to and from school on the school bus. (Gold Stars)

He also read at his reading level for the teacher (she noticed the fidgeting too).

When I walked in the door (early to surprise them) Vern and his older sister Ann were practicing flash cards.  I about dropped my teeth.

Vern and Ann picked up apples without complaining and only got into a couple minor spats.

So YES, it was a successful day. This mom is glad to have those once in a while.

My eyes are safe

So the other night it was reading time. We had dinner on the deck and after I said "Vern run get a book to read."  He comes back out, sits down beside me and opens the book. He reads one page (containing maybe 2 sentances) and begins his figiting routine. I say "Please buckle down and read." He puts on his beautiful green goggles and begins to read again. After another page he stops reading, looks at me and says, "You know mom if there is a fire out here it won't get into my eyes with these on!" 2 seconds -20 minutes - or is that 200 hours later the book is finally finished. Off he runs with his science glasses smiling all the way and I'm sure he is glad THAT experiment was done.

School - 3rd Grade

School is not Vern's favorite thing in the world. He is much more interested in skateboards, cars, football, girl's breasts...pretty much anything other than school.

This August he started 3rd grade. We talked and talked starting weeks before school began how this year was going to be better than last year. How he was going to buckle down and do better in school and NOT get into trouble on the bus or in school.

He did well for 3 days... Then he had to write a paper about how he can not talk bad and argue with girls in schools and can't wish they were dead. We had a talk that night all about that and how he needed to shape up. His exact words "Yes Mom!"

Day 4 - mid morning and the bus superintendent calls. "Good Morning Mom"
Me "Oh Hi Chuck its only day 4 you can't be calling me all ready."
Him "Sorry but Vern was leaning over the seat and hitting a girl. We have new bus rules I'm sure you saw this year. I will go on the light side and give him a 5 day suspension this time. Vern freely admitted he was in the wrong but nothing I said seemed to phase him."
Me "Thanks. You know Chuck I am trying."
Him "Yes I know if you have any ideas let me know."
Me "I sure will."

Now we will fast forward to yesterday.
Vern "Mom can you pick me up from school today?"
Me "NO, I have to work and this suspension is supposed to be punishment."
Vern "oh...Are Feraris faster than Mustangs?"
I just shake my head.

Think this is going to be a long year?

Introductions

This is my son Vern. He is very much a handful. I should have blogged about him years ago as he always has a story. He is 8 years old and yes that is an assumed name. I have to protect him being the good mom I am
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We live in the midwest and I will be sharing with you stories of his life. Please check back often for the latest stories.

The Mom.