Tuesday, September 10, 2013


unmade bed

For the first three days of fourth grade, my son forgot he was in a new classroom and walked past it to return to third grade.

On the first day of his first full week of school, he forgot to bring home his first homework assignment.

As he got ready for bed, he realized he'd forgotten to do his thirty minutes of assigned reading.

The next morning, he forgot to come down to breakfast.

In the time he remained in his room, he forgot to make his bed. And forgot to put his dirty laundry in the hamper. I imagine he forgot to brush his teeth.

When he came downstairs, he forgot to bring his socks and long-sleeve shirt. I retrieved them while he ate.

Now close to running late, he grabbed his socks and shoes and got in the car. When we arrived at school, he had forgotten to put on his shoes.

He forgot to take his long-sleeve shirt and raincoat, leaving them in the car.

He walked ahead to his classroom while I walked my daughter to hers. A couple minutes later, I peeked into my son's classroom and asked: "Do you have everything you need?"

"I'm here, aren't I?" he responded.

Barely. And not without serious intervention on my part. School has started, but my son's brain is still on summer vacation.

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  1. Poor guy! Hopefully it will get better?!
    My girls started two weeks ago -- the little one had some trouble remembering things, too. Forgot to bring home her homework folder, forgot to hand it in, etc. The big one hit the ground running. Here's the kicker: now that the routine has finally settled in, the roles have reversed. The little one is up to speed, but the novelty of the new year has worn off for the big one. If I can get her nose out of her book long enough, I spend the morning reminding her to do/bring/remember things. :)

    1. The good (or perhaps bad) news is that not one of these things fazed him in the least. The nose in a book is a familiar scenario and regular cause of inattention here too. Things could be worse.

    2. I've been seriously considering LIMITING time with books, as crazy as it sounds. My kids barely converse with me or each other, and miss all sorts of transitions and tasks because they are absorbed in reading. I've banned books at the breakfast table.

    3. So did I! We were late every morning because they dawdled over breakfast with a book. Again, a good "problem" to have, but how funny that you've had to ban breakfast books too.