School mornings are difficult for Frances. They typically involve huge meltdowns and outright refusal to go to school. We do get her to school (where she does well throughout the day), but not without a great deal of effort to get her dressed, fed, and ready to leave the house.
Today, everything progressed in a predictable manner until there was sudden silence: I found her in the living room, rocking herself in a rocking chair. Ten minutes later, she was still rocking. Ordinarily, the meltdown would last until the teachers took over, but we stood a good chance of delivering her into their care without tears!
I ran up the stairs to tell Pink Cup Dad that he had to take her to school NOW while she was still so calm (and he did).
Now, I’m looking forward to seeing if the rocking chair works for her tomorrow as well.