It's hard. Harder than he thought it would be.
Connor still likes his big boy school, but it certainly wasn't what he was expecting.
Early mornings, before the dawn. Lots of work and little time to just play. Quick lunches (where, sometimes, the time runs out before the food). Late afternoon (and usually hot) recess. Homework, endless homework. Not enough free time. Baseball practice and games, too.
He is one tired little boy. Between school and baseball and his usual adventures, he is simply worn out. You don't notice it every day, but it's there.
It's the tears and frustration that too easily break through. It's the way he rubs his eyes in the late afternoon, long before he should be thinking about going to bed. It's how he nearly falls asleep (and sometimes even does) in the middle of homework. The way he zones out in front of the television the minute he gets home from school. The way he fights for every extra minute of being allowed to stay up, only to fall asleep within seconds of his head touching his pillow.
He is, quite simply, exhausted.
Tonight it was homework that did him in. At 6 o'clock. He was tired and not cooperative. Daddy was not in the mood to play games. Neither was having much luck with the other. And so he was put to bed, at 6:30 in the afternoon. And he's been sound asleep ever since.
Poor big boy. Growing up is hard ...
