Kaitlyn told me she didn’t want to go to school today. I’m sure she doesn’t. She has to be tired. Amazingly, after napping for a couple of hours yesterday, she fell asleep at 9 last night. I fell asleep not long after. Then at 3:20am, she was up asking for a glass of milk. I made my way downstairs in a strange, dark house… got the milk… and put her back in bed. She wanted to snuggle and I was too exhausted to force the issue of her sleeping in her own spot. Besides, I didn’t want her to create a fuss and wake up our hosts. But she didn’t fall back asleep for what had to be hours. I heard the recycling truck go by. It stops at our house around 5am. So I figure we were up for at least two hours before finally dozing back off.
When we were up at 3:30, she did tell me that at morning she’d go to school and see her friends. Well, at morning came and she had a different story. (our hostess woke us up around 8:15 so I could go wait for the repairman)
Kaitlyn had some excuses handy for why she should stay home with me. Said she was scared. That’s what she says now for everything she doesn’t want to do. Then she told me no one likes her. I’m pretty sure that isn’t the case, either. When I told her that her friend Sophia’s mom had said that she’d really missed Kaitlyn while we were gone, she perked up a bit. Finally, she agreed to go to school and see how it went. If it was horrible, she could stay home after lunch. I made the deal half-heartedly. I think that getting back into her routine is the best bet for beating jet lag. And I have too much to do for her to stay home.
Once we got to school, she seemed ok… no arguing in the parking lot or playground. When she went in the classroom, half a dozen little kids jumped up and yelled her name and greeted her. A little French girl whose name I don’t know but I’ve seen at ballet class threw her arms around Kaitlyn in a giant hug. She was fine.