Yesterday as I picked Kale up from school in the pouring down, monsoon like rain storm,
he walked up to the car,
opened the door,
plopped his backpack on the front seat,
climbed in the car,
laid his head back,
and
sighed.
I could tell he was tired.
He came home,
got a snack,
and
sat in front of the fireplace.
I convinced him to do a few pages of homework and then. . .
He took a nap.
A long nap.
He woke up,
ate some dinner,
and sat in front of the fireplace some more.
Then he went to bed at 7:15 at night.
When I tucked Kris in at around 8:00 - Kale turned over and said:
"mom, I don't think I am going to make it"
"What do you mean" I asked
"I don't think I will make it through the night,
you know when you stop breathing"
Why does he have to worry so much?
Where does he get it from?
What's a mother to do?
I'll tell you what I did.
I promised him I would check on him every hour to make sure he was still breathing
(which I did until I went to bed)
and then,
I let him sleep in today.
Third grade can be exhausting!
