Life in Aberdeen

So despite his spectacular first day, the week that remained was a disaster. The second day he complained that his socks weren't ironed. The third day he wanted to see the doctor regarding his headache. The third day he claimed his ankle was broken. I knew something was wrong - but really didn't know what it could be. I talked to him and he just continued to tell me he wanted to go to Central - the public school and not Roncalli.

His friends that live on the same block as we do attend Central and he was being stubborn when it came to meeting new friends at Roncalli. Boys would ask him to play at recess and he refused. Grrr....

I know Roncalli is where he needs to be. It goes beyond the Christian teaching - it's a smaller school with a more intimate teaching atmosphere. The are able to offer him more one-on-one help with reading then he would get in a class of 800. After a few nights of all out war inside the linder house, he has started to break down and get with the program. He invited a friend from Roncalli to go go-cart racing this Sunday and his teacher told me they've buddied up on a few projects at school - phew. I also had the guidance counselor talk to him and wasn't really surprised when he came back to tell me Alex is mad at me for the move. This is not a kid who likes change and he is giving me a ride for my money.

Good gravy - anyway, things are starting to get better. It has been a good week so far and his teacher said he is becoming more engaged with other students.

That's pretty much been my week - fighting with my son and standing steadfast against hurricane Alex