by Sally
This week was all about getting back to routines. After having missed a week of school, Manchild had a tough time of it. All week he balked at going to school, nothing but tears. I don’t want you to leave, he pleads. It was a rough start to each day.
The separation anxiety is nothing new for me. Both Jumpshot and Diva went through it. One particularly heart-wrenching incident stands out in my mind.
Jumpshot cried everyday when I brought him to preschool. The teachers came up with a plan that they would meet me at the door and walk him in. So one morning, they met me, and after I have him his hug and kiss, I handed him over and walked away.
As I drove away, I looked back, and two teachers had a kicking and screaming Jumpshot in their arms. I seriously considered quitting my job that day.
I’ve read all I can find on the subject. I’ve tried different techniques. I’ve bribed. I’ve threatened. Nonetheless, I’ve come to realize that it’s just a phase, and he will eventually get past it.
I hope I can last until then.
General Posts My Wonderful Kids
by Sally
Alarm goes off. I hit the snooze, once, twice…ok four times. I drag my butt out of my nice, cozy, warm bed, and I proceed to wake up the children.
I try my cheeriest “Good morning!” Jumpshot is off and running. He knows what he wants to eat. I toss him the PopTarts from the kitchen. He turns the TV to ESPN. He’s set. I give him a hug or rub his head as I make my way back to the lion’s den.
Diva and Manchild are still in bed. Diva now has her head buried under her blanket. Although Manchild stretches and whines, I get a breakfast choice from him. On the other hand, Diva is unhappy with being awake, unsatisfied with breakfast choices, and complains about being tired.
I retreat to the kitchen and ask James to give it try. He’s more successful at prying them from the bed than I am. I take my medicine and head to the bathroom to shower and get ready.
Most of the time, I hear James barking orders from behind the closed door. The louder he gets the more late I know we are running.
Until Monday.
Monday, it was sunshine and roses. No yelling, no arguing. The ride to school was peaceful.
I wish I could tell you my secret, but the truth is I have no idea what I did differently. It was like a magic spell.
By Wednesday though, it was gone. Please pray it comes back. Thanks!
General Posts My Wonderful Kids
This week was all about getting back to routines. After having missed a week of school, Manchild had a tough time of it. All week he balked at going to school, nothing but tears. I don’t want you to leave, he pleads. It was a rough start to each day.
