That was a fucking disaster
Nothing with Emmett went well this morning. All of the clothes we had picked out and he pre-approved would work. Shorts were too small or too big. Either the seams or the buttons irritated him. His shorts felt weird and so did his pants. All of these things led to our very first meltdown for the new school year. We were of course late as a result, but he finally was able to work through it but not in a way that met with the dress code. Frankly, I don't care about the dress code anymore. While he made it to school, he came very close to not making it to school and that's got me frazzled. I know he's nervous and that he had a really bad nightmare last…