This one was worried about math when he first woke up, and complained loudly about his tummy hurting. I think he's given himself gastritis this month from stressing about riding the bus and math worksheets. I reassured him that he's doing fine, we did some deep breathing exercises, and he finally got himself dressed and ready for the day. By the time we got to school he was his usual cheerful self. Today I ran across a book in our collection (Overcoming School Anxiety) and put it on my to-read list.
This one had a raging, 10-minute melt down this morning because I brushed her hair for her. "I want do it!" she sobbed, "I do it!" She finally came downstairs and ate breakfast, which was good, because I warned her we were leaving on time whether she'd eaten or not. She made it, we managed to avoid a second meltdown over the brushing of hair, and left on time. It must be hard to be three!
Good thing they both have soccer to look forward to:
