The first day was uneventful and KK joined his new class in the assembly area without any fuss. We went home shortly after seeing him get into his classroom. The house is much more quiet and XX played peacefully on his own without KK around.
Today is his 2nd day. Despite us making attempts to get him to bed at 9.30pm last night, KK didn't sleep until about 10.30pm. Again, he refused to get out of bed and complained about the '6-hours' schooltime, he doesn't want 6 hours, 6 hours is too long, why 6 hours....blah blah blah. Already wasted time upstairs getting him up and changed, he next ate like a snail at the breakfast table. In the end, he could only finish his bread and half a cup of milk. In the car, I ordered him to stop whining about the "6 hours" school and told him to tell the teacher if he didn't like it. I was fed-up with his excuses.
I'd pack him an apple pie for lunch together with a bottle of water. Yesterday, I'd prepared ham and cheese sandwich for him. He returned home with half of the sandwich still in the box. He claimed he didn't like cheese. Fine. Today, his whole apple pie was untouched. He said there wasn't any microwave oven to heat up the pie that's why he didn't eat it. His water, he only drank about 50ml of it. I really blew my top when I think that he survived for 6 hours only on that 1 piece of bread and half a cup of milk he had in the morning. I seriously don't know which planet he comes from and what kind of petrol he runs on. He got a huge scolding from me and from his father for being rude when we lectured him. His punishment - standing in the garage for 5 mins and no treats like juice and chocolates that night.
