We are halfway through (almost to the minute) the summer and the next year at school. There have been highs, there have been lows. It is very hard to know how to grade it.
We’ve had too many issues to grade it an A.
The week of boredom alone would prevent an A. We are still trying to forget an issue we had that week at the park on Canada’s birthday that had me googling for parenting help.
On our mini holiday at a place as fun as “Dinotown” we had an issue in the train lineup (which frankly I blame them for, then run the 5 minute “train ride” every 15 minutes even if 3 trainloads of people - including us - are waiting to board.). I’m quite sure we must the subject of other peoples’ blogs, the ones with perfect kids, filed under “why can’t some parents control their children?”
Husband and I are driven to distraction, if not the brink of insanity, that we can be doing a fun activity that is for the kids and we will have an issue. We would understand the poor behaviour if we were making them clean toilets, or keep their rooms spotless. But we seek out activities that are active and engaging and fun, only to be met at times with incivility, resistance and defiance. Makes me think we may as well get clean toilets out of the deal!
I think we’ve had more than a little crankiness on the part of the kids, and me (don’t know which came first at this point).
On the other hand the summer, so far, has not been an F either. The kids enjoyed their day camp and vacation bible school. J has loved tae kwon do and has earned his first stripe.
The kids have played together a lot with minimal friction (though admittedly, the friction that does result is spectacular).
We spent a week at my parents and all appreciated the change of scene and we avoided any major meltdowns.
We’ve had some successful extended family gatherings and some excellent play dates.
And we did enjoy a great time at the water park, not to mention a wedding in our own family.
In the middle ground, bedtimes have been mixed. A little rough the first week or two but improving with some excellent nights where at 9 o’clock Husband and I didn’t know what to do with ourselves.
We’ve had some outings that were largely good. And ended badly. Like the one we just got home from.
We took the kids to Playland, a year round amusement park with rides. You pay the entrance fee and it’s unlimited rides for as long as your stomache can handle it. We had a lovely time, lots of rides. S tried the roller coaster for the first time. J had his first turn on the ferris wheel. The children were well-behaved and appreciative. We encouraged them to stay longer and try more rides. We bought mini donuts for a treat.
Then came the coin toss that would end it all.
In what can only be described as a moment of lunacy, when S asked if she could have some cotton candy, I said yes. She has never had it, but it’s pink and fluffy, what’s not to like. I was nostalgic and remembered that cotton candy was the treat on my childhood amusement park trips. It’s extortionately expensive even if you don’t consider the dentist bills.
I asked the kids what colour they wanted. “Pink.” “Blue.”
So came the coin toss. I asked J to call it, he called heads. I should have just said it was heads (technically not lying since it was a moose head on the Canadian quarter). J became unglued. I’ll spare you the details. Suffice it to say, we were a spectable.
I wrote the first part of this blog before the trip. I had been wavering between grading the summer as B- an ‘easy marker, or C+ as a ‘hard marker’. I’m swayed. C + it is.
I hope for a higher final grade on the Labour Day weekend.