When things don't go as planned.

This past week, we signed Audrey up for taekwondo. We also agreed on a 2-week trial for JT.

Last week he did decent in class. There were some instances where he had to be redirected, but nothing huge.

Fast forward to today. Things did not even go semi-okay. He wasn't listening at all. Doing random stuff while the instructor attempted to teach.

Finally he started rolling on the floor.

I went and got him and walked him to the back of the room. It was a mortifying 'walk of shame' to the front of the room in front of all the parents sitting in the back watching their 3-5 year olds participate.

This time I didn't cry. I clenched my jaw and took a deep breath. When I got him to the back of the room, I calmly explained he would not be doing karate again, and we discussed what good listening skills.

I'm not stressing about it as much as I once would have. The moment is over. It's done. We won't have to do it again.

I'm just hoping gymnastics tomorrow goes better for Mr. JT. He is so excited about it, he has been begging to go. They have never dealt with special needs kids, though, so I'm a little worried about that. He will have to behave well in order for them to allow him to continue after his trial tomorrow.

So cross your fingers for us, pray, send us positive vibes... We can REALLY use them.