Last night was awful, seriously awful. Jason has been having a very tough time with school this year, 3rd grade, gifted class. The teacher is very strict and the math is incredibly challenging. I have heard that they switched the curriculum around so the first chapter is the hardest, WTF? way to build confidence in a little kid at the beginning of the school year. I had a tremendous amount of anxiety as a kid when it came to school; I always wanted to do well and was always afraid I wouldn’t. Last night Jason begged, literally begged me, not to go today. He has a math chapter test. When I was younger I told myself if my child ever asks me not to go to school, I will let them stay home. I hated my parents when they made me go. Ugh, but you know you have to make them go. Payback is a damn bitch, I tell you. I am ill. Is this type of thing genetic? I told him if he feels it is too hard and he is really trying I will switch his class. Do you know what he said?? He said, “No because I promised myself and God that I would stay in the gifted class for all my school years.” We are not religious, so I don’t know where this came from. Perhaps Hebrew School. However, then he asked me what does God look like? I said God is in your heart and each person has a different image of what they think God looks like. He said, ” well my God has a moustache” and continued a complete temper tantrum and fit about school. I emailed the teacher this morning. I am so upset, this is one of my biggest fears of having children being realized. There is no amount of lexapro, xanax, etc that can make this one go away.