Lemonpuss

In an attempt to help the five and a half year old have better impulse control at school while sitting next to his other control-impaired buddies and doing fine motor work, I decided he needs to arrive physically exhausted.

It’s hard for me to tire him out in the morning, since I can’t leave the house if his brother is still sleeping, and I’m usually feeding animals, making lunches that I could have made the night before, and dressing myself so I’m not that crazy lady in her house coat and wild hair waving to her kids as they get on the bus while people on their way to a paying job judge me from their cars. So I had an idea.

I do a B.A.S.E. camp in the afternoons as needed, a.k.a. “burning after school energy”. We need to institute it as a morning exercise, too. Duh. I suspect a morning person would have figured this out already, but I have been too busy clutching my mug of coffee to consider it an option. My wife has an hour commute to work and hasn’t any extra time on either end of her day, so I enlisted the help of my dad, an ever-willing ally in the effort to help wherever needed. Perhaps if the warm weather ever returns we can go for family bike rides at 7am (resigned shudder), but it is 12 degrees out today. Dad popped over at 7:45 and took the Bigs out to the figure 8 we keep mowed in the 8-acre meadow and started to teach the kids about sprinting. I sat in peace on the icy front porch and when the bus driver slowed in front of our house I waved him on. After an extra 30 minutes of gross-motor exertion dad drove them to school, which is a treat in its own right. I stayed home, tidied the kitchen, fed the baby little boy, and had time to blog it all.

We’ll see if it helps keep minds right and calm the sillies that have been causing Griffin’s teacher to send home sheets like this:

Fingers crossed.