It. Was. Bitter. But we all survived. They were extremely clingy and would not let go of my skirt, shirt, arm, purse, or anything that they could grab on me. And so I sat with them in those teeny tiny chairs through Sharing Time. Then it was time to go upstairs to their classroom (which is literally next doors to mine/YW) and time for me to step out for 2 and a half seconds and drop off something next door. The boys flipped. I came back and there was no consoling. They both wanted to sit on my lap and fought for it. After a few minutes of that, Apollo decided it was okay to snuggle next to me, and Adonis remaining on my lap. Once again, those teeny tiny chairs… By the end of the class we played pretend and the boys had fun lining up the chairs and “flying the airplane”. Now cross your fingers that next Sunday they’ll be good because I’m supposed to teach Beehives!
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Boys’ first day in Primary
It. Was. Bitter. But we all survived. They were extremely clingy and would not let go of my skirt, shirt, arm, purse, or anything that they could grab on me. And so I sat with them in those teeny tiny chairs through Sharing Time. Then it was time to go upstairs to their classroom (which is literally next doors to mine/YW) and time for me to step out for 2 and a half seconds and drop off something next door. The boys flipped. I came back and there was no consoling. They both wanted to sit on my lap and fought for it. After a few minutes of that, Apollo decided it was okay to snuggle next to me, and Adonis remaining on my lap. Once again, those teeny tiny chairs… By the end of the class we played pretend and the boys had fun lining up the chairs and “flying the airplane”. Now cross your fingers that next Sunday they’ll be good because I’m supposed to teach Beehives!
