The last two mornings have been hell in getting out of the door for work/school. It’s ended up with us both yelling at each other and achieving absolutely nothing. I was still taking deep breaths, because I was so frustrated, when I arrived at work yesterday.
Yesterday I dreaded how JJ would fare at school, wondering if the shenanigans at home might manifest into naughty behaviour at school. I had a missed call from the school but luckily it was about something else.
When I picked him up from after school care, one of the teachers pulled me aside and said that at snack time JJ had stood up on a chair and dropped his pants. I stood there shaking my head and saying that he knows this is inappropriate behaviour. When we talked about it afterwards he said he knew it was wrong and that I should take one of his ticks off his reward chart which I did.
This morning we were late for school because he wouldn’t hurry up and get ready. When we got there I made him apologise to the teacher.
I used to have his jobs written down for the morning and I’m going to need to do it again so he’s got a very clear idea of what needs to be done.
I’m at home at the moment and was just cleaning up some of his junk. I found a piece of paper he’s been writing on for the last few days and it brought a tear to my eyes. It’s a bit hard to read because he spells a lot of things how he hears them, but here’s the gist:
‘I love you but sometimes you are a bit bossy. Sorry for the many things I have done to you mum. I know that you are looking forward to mother’s day. ???? Are you sad that my dad ???.
I wish I could read the bit he’s written about his dad. Underneath the writing he’s drawn a picture of himself, myself and Monty, and our fish (this is our family that he talked about at school earlier in the week).
The poor love obviously takes a lot of things to heart. I’m going to buy him a special book that he can write this stuff down in. Perhaps he’s like me and writing down feelings is helpful in moving past them.