Aug 252014
 

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Well, you guys. Chooch is home from his first day of third grade and you’d think he’d just worked a 15 hour day on Wallstreet with how EXHAUSTED, IRRITABLE and STRESSED he is.

“I haven’t had a chance to relax ALL DAY!

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” he wailed when we got out of the car after they picked me up from work. “I JUST WANT TO GO IN THE HOUSE.

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Henry and I just kind of paused and watched him lurch himself dramatically up the driveway and into the house, where he proceeded to lie down in bed for approx. 5 minutes before one of the neighbor kids came to get him and now suddenly he’s Mister Sunshine.

Ugh. Kids.

(OMG WHY IS HE IN THIRD GRADE ALREADY????

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  3 Responses to “My Overworked Third Grader”

  1. I need that backpack and the shoes to match.

    3rd grade is so hard, I guess. Tell him I’ll trade.

  2. Chooch and I have the same end of day ritual.

  3. This just cracked me up so bad! OH THE DRAMATICS. Being eight is rough.

    And yeah, jeez, WTF, third grade.

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