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So at first this seems like a cute story.
Zoe came home from school and told me about her friend Jayda:
"her family is really messed up. Her parents are divorced. When she is with her dad, he makes her eat her food like a dog on the floor. Her mom is a mean monster"
I was kind of shocked and tried to listen to the stories.
"Can I have a play date with Jayda?"
I said yes, thinking it was so sweet that she wanted to bring the girl to our house to play.
"Awesome. I want to go to her house and see how messed up they are!"
Uh. No. You are not going over there.
So anyway, at first, I thought it was funny that she didn't want to have the girl at our house but wanted to go there to join in the mayhem.
I forgot about it.
Yesterday, I had Zoe's conference. We arrived 15 minutes early and sat outside of the classroom. The door was open and the mom inside was screaming and crying hysterically. The school counselor was there and the mom was accusing the school of gross negligence in not reporting things that were happening to CPS, etc. A girl sitting next to us offered "that's my mom". Zoe asked her who her sister was and it turned out it was Jayda .... Jayda's mom in there with Jayda. The conference was balls to the wall crazy with anger, rage, crying, outrage, blame, accusations of child abuse by the dad that the school had chosen not to report. The counselor was making lame excuses for not reporting things. I felt terribly guilty listening but I couldn't force myself to get up.
The conference ended and they all came out. The teacher's face was so red that he looked like a cartoon character. The mom looked like the most mean, angry woman I've ever met. Jayda was just this sweet little face who came out and raced right into Zoe's arms.
What a cluster!
It took the first 10 minutes of our conference for the teacher's face to return to a normal skin color!
Wow.
Kris
Zoe came home from school and told me about her friend Jayda:
"her family is really messed up. Her parents are divorced. When she is with her dad, he makes her eat her food like a dog on the floor. Her mom is a mean monster"
I was kind of shocked and tried to listen to the stories.
"Can I have a play date with Jayda?"
I said yes, thinking it was so sweet that she wanted to bring the girl to our house to play.
"Awesome. I want to go to her house and see how messed up they are!"
Uh. No. You are not going over there.
So anyway, at first, I thought it was funny that she didn't want to have the girl at our house but wanted to go there to join in the mayhem.
I forgot about it.
Yesterday, I had Zoe's conference. We arrived 15 minutes early and sat outside of the classroom. The door was open and the mom inside was screaming and crying hysterically. The school counselor was there and the mom was accusing the school of gross negligence in not reporting things that were happening to CPS, etc. A girl sitting next to us offered "that's my mom". Zoe asked her who her sister was and it turned out it was Jayda .... Jayda's mom in there with Jayda. The conference was balls to the wall crazy with anger, rage, crying, outrage, blame, accusations of child abuse by the dad that the school had chosen not to report. The counselor was making lame excuses for not reporting things. I felt terribly guilty listening but I couldn't force myself to get up.
The conference ended and they all came out. The teacher's face was so red that he looked like a cartoon character. The mom looked like the most mean, angry woman I've ever met. Jayda was just this sweet little face who came out and raced right into Zoe's arms.
What a cluster!
It took the first 10 minutes of our conference for the teacher's face to return to a normal skin color!
Wow.
Kris
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