Oh, Gabby! Did it again

Well, as you can tell if you are a faithful reader of my blog.  Gabby started school this year.  Kindergarten.  She is attending the Christian School with my other daughters, Riverside.

Well, when we heard at the end of last year that they would have a new kindergarten teacher we were overjoyed.  The current one, I did not feel was able to meet the needs of my youngest child, Gabby.  Gabby can be a handful.  Then we started praying for this new teacher.  We prayed for someone who would love God first and serve Him with all their heart.  Someone who was a strict in discipline and would not change the rules.  Would uphold what they believed in.  Someone that Gabby could not manipulate.  We got what we prayed for.  Then we started praying for Gabby.

Well, she made it three days before she had what I like to call a Gabby situation.  Each student is required to bring in a large bottle of GermX and a small travel size bottle.  Well, Gabby decided that her desk was covered in germs and began to smear her little bottle of GermX all over her desk and then she said the germs traveled up her body, so she continued to coat herself with the GermX.  The little boy sitting next to her must of also been covered in germs because she also coated him with it.  His response was that it felt good.  And that only added fuel to the fire.  The teacher was upset.  First of all little girls are not suppose to touch little boys.  There is a distance rule.  Unfortunately, Gabby is all about finding the rules and stretching them to fit her perspective.  So needless to say, Gabby now sits by a little girl and she is on GermX rations.  She says this is so unfair.

When my dh explained this to me, I thought if this was the only thing Gabby does in her first week of school than she is having a good week.  I spoke too soon.

The next day, Gabby had one of her accidents.  She does not like to stop what she is doing and use the restroom.  So she just goes where ever she is.  I am prepared for this and she has extra clothes, but I forgot about the shoe problem, where does pee run, downhill of course.  So my dh had to get up after working all night and take his darling daughter a pair of sneakers.  He was not happy.  Gabby was not happy that it was daddy that brought the shoes and she so innocently explained that it was not her fault, she couldn’t get her belt down fast enough.  Darn belt she said.

As I heard four different versions of what happened at the end of the day, I still thought to myself this time that Gabby was not doing too bad.

So we finished out the week with no further events that Gabby ended up in the center of.  And she is looking forward to next week.  I only hope her teacher and classmates are.

M