Last week my daughter did something she'd never done before.
Totally out of the blue she started crying that she didn't want to go to school.
In the past, she cried if she had to miss school, even if she was sick.
"What's going on, kiddo?" I asked her. "You've never felt this way about school before."
"That's because I loved my old school. The kids don't behave here. I'm so sick of it!"
She's breaking my freaking heart. I couldn't get any more information out of her, but I ended up calming her down by telling her that there is barely a month of school left and then she'll never have to go back there again.
I was actually starting to feel guilty about making the kids move schools. They'll have to start all over again and we might not even be living here much longer. Plus, their current headmaster keeps sending me letters expressing her distress at our leaving. Even though every time I see her in person she has no idea who I am.
So, the girl may be breaking my heart but at least she's helped me feel better about our decision.
There is exactly one month left of school. I've never been so excited for summer.