Can I get up and start today over again, please?
Tuesday, May 5th, 2009 07:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijouI am the world's worst mother.
No, really... I am.
The Impossible Son has been having this vaguely persistent tummy ache for, well... close to two months now. He's been to the doctor, we've done blood tests, ultrasounds, the works. And... nothing. It is possible his appendix could be acting up, and we've been keeping an eye on it, but really, I suspect another cause.
Stress.
And I think there are two sources.
One, he's making 90's and 100's in every subject... except math. So, I've been going online to the school's website (which is not very user friendly) to check on things through the family access portal. I finally managed to dig my way in to looking at his daily grades.
His grades on his daily math class work are actually rather good. Mostly 100's, a few 80's here and there.
Then... you look at his score for the test on Friday. And they're all in the 50's. Mostly 55, and 56.
He's tanking on the tests, and that is bringing his grade down to an F, which sort of puzzles me, because when I averaged his grades out myself, counting the tests, it should be around a C. And that's making me wonder how much those test scores are counting toward his total math grade.
Not that I have a great deal of confidence in his teacher's ability to teach math because so far, what I've seen and heard makes me think she's one can short of a six-pack where math is concerned.
Then... there's the two boys in his class that are picking on him.
Did I mention the teacher seems to be avoiding me?
I've been trying to talk with her, meet with her, etc, and... she's not playing ball.
So my son has a stomach ache every morning before school, is completely miserable, and begs to stay home, and by the time I pick him up in the afternoon, he's happy, and the tummy ache is mysteriously gone. Until bedtime, when it's back, because the Husbandly One or I said, "Time for bed, you've got school in the morning!"
*sigh*
So, this morning, he begged harder than usual to stay home, saying he just couldn't do it, his tummy is really hurting, Mom, please, let me stay home today.
I look at him. His color is good, he's not over-salivating, or swallowing excessively. I give him kid Motrin for the headache, and a kid's Tums for the tummy ache (usually settles it right down) and say firmly, "Sorry, but you have to go to school. You have no fever, you're not throwing up... I think you're going to live."
The look of betrayal is hard to take, but I'm the mom, I've got to make tough decisions... I took him to school.
He was quiet most of the drive, until after I dropped off Miss Priss, and then he asked again, "Mom, really, my tummy really, really hurts, please, please take me home!"
I look at him in the mirror. Color is still good, no excessive swallowing, etc... "Dude, you have to go to school."
He tries a couple more times, and I don't back down, so he's quiet the rest of the way to school. Then, when he gets out of the car, he looks toward me, his bottom lip quivering, and his eyes are full of tears, and I feel like I'm sending him to his execution.
I am a vile betrayer. I am worse than a wicked step-mother. I am the world's worst mom.
*sigh*
Needless to say, I will be paying a visit to the school today. His teacher will talk to me. Because I really don't think I can do that again.
No, really... I am.
The Impossible Son has been having this vaguely persistent tummy ache for, well... close to two months now. He's been to the doctor, we've done blood tests, ultrasounds, the works. And... nothing. It is possible his appendix could be acting up, and we've been keeping an eye on it, but really, I suspect another cause.
Stress.
And I think there are two sources.
One, he's making 90's and 100's in every subject... except math. So, I've been going online to the school's website (which is not very user friendly) to check on things through the family access portal. I finally managed to dig my way in to looking at his daily grades.
His grades on his daily math class work are actually rather good. Mostly 100's, a few 80's here and there.
Then... you look at his score for the test on Friday. And they're all in the 50's. Mostly 55, and 56.
He's tanking on the tests, and that is bringing his grade down to an F, which sort of puzzles me, because when I averaged his grades out myself, counting the tests, it should be around a C. And that's making me wonder how much those test scores are counting toward his total math grade.
Not that I have a great deal of confidence in his teacher's ability to teach math because so far, what I've seen and heard makes me think she's one can short of a six-pack where math is concerned.
Then... there's the two boys in his class that are picking on him.
Did I mention the teacher seems to be avoiding me?
I've been trying to talk with her, meet with her, etc, and... she's not playing ball.
So my son has a stomach ache every morning before school, is completely miserable, and begs to stay home, and by the time I pick him up in the afternoon, he's happy, and the tummy ache is mysteriously gone. Until bedtime, when it's back, because the Husbandly One or I said, "Time for bed, you've got school in the morning!"
*sigh*
So, this morning, he begged harder than usual to stay home, saying he just couldn't do it, his tummy is really hurting, Mom, please, let me stay home today.
I look at him. His color is good, he's not over-salivating, or swallowing excessively. I give him kid Motrin for the headache, and a kid's Tums for the tummy ache (usually settles it right down) and say firmly, "Sorry, but you have to go to school. You have no fever, you're not throwing up... I think you're going to live."
The look of betrayal is hard to take, but I'm the mom, I've got to make tough decisions... I took him to school.
He was quiet most of the drive, until after I dropped off Miss Priss, and then he asked again, "Mom, really, my tummy really, really hurts, please, please take me home!"
I look at him in the mirror. Color is still good, no excessive swallowing, etc... "Dude, you have to go to school."
He tries a couple more times, and I don't back down, so he's quiet the rest of the way to school. Then, when he gets out of the car, he looks toward me, his bottom lip quivering, and his eyes are full of tears, and I feel like I'm sending him to his execution.
I am a vile betrayer. I am worse than a wicked step-mother. I am the world's worst mom.
*sigh*
Needless to say, I will be paying a visit to the school today. His teacher will talk to me. Because I really don't think I can do that again.
