Angry Husband picked up Angry Toddler at preschool on Monday. He saw a note to sign up for Parent-Teacher conferences. I got the "hey, you need to sign up for a time frame" comment Tuesday morning.
I had the meeting this morning at 9:30. Angry Toddler is doing well. Six months ago, the kid was running around, biting kids, not listening, and basically just being a little turd.
Today, he was "our brightest kid in the class, he has excellent fine motor skills, he knows all his numbers, and letters". I'm soo proud of him.
Plus, as of November 1st. He's OFFICIALLY potty trained.
His teacher recommended that we work with Angry Toddler more at home. Apparently the kid is trying to himself to read and write. I didn't know that they did that at 3. So of course, I went to the teacher supply store and spent $35 on workbooks and shit. Like a good mom!
Oh, and the damn teacher, also told me that tomorrow is her last day. Can I get a heck ya. She totally annoyed Angry Husband and I. Plus, the woman didn't even know what ADHD was when I met with her today. Bye, bye, bye!