Sometimes I wonder if I'm not the one with emotional problems. I know Sam's only 4 (almost 5), and that most of his meltdowns aren't done intentionally -- but I'm worn out.
Started the day by taking him to preschool... everything was fine until we got to his classroom door & he doesn't want to go in. I try to walk him in & get his hands washed (classroom rule when coming in), only to be hit repeatedly and told "I hate you!". He wanted to go home & play his Star Wars game. I told him that if he came home, there's no way he's playing any games. Rather than try to leave him in almost meltdown mode with his lovely teachers, I decided to just take him home.
In the car, I'm in tears. Why don't I EVER see anyone else's kid behaving this way? Why can't my kid simply go enjoy himself for a few hours with some great teachers & other kids?
Sam decides when we're 1/2 way home that he'll go to school... he promises me no meltdowns if we go back. So we go back to school, I walk him into the classroom & even stay for a few minutes -- he looks calm, so I leave.
I get home, have enough time to go to the bathroom & take off my shoes before the phone rings. It's his teacher (who I love) saying Sam's been crying since I left & is absolutely inconsolable. I tell her I'll come get him.
When I arrive, he's calm & painting with one of the teachers. She asks if he still wants to go home or if he wants to stay & play. Go home.
So we do. He has a snack & just as I'm about to have us both lay down for a rest, the repairman who's supposed to come later today, calls & wants to come earlier. Sam seems ok with-o the rest, but I certainly could've used one.
I'm SO tired... on so many levels. I literally feel like my nerves are frayed -- and every little thing that I should be able to just roll with seems to knock me down.
I look at baby pictures of him & just don't understand how we got where we are. Was it something I did or didn't do? And that brings me back to wondering if it's just me again...
Looking for some peace... and a little quiet would be nice too.
Julie
Started the day by taking him to preschool... everything was fine until we got to his classroom door & he doesn't want to go in. I try to walk him in & get his hands washed (classroom rule when coming in), only to be hit repeatedly and told "I hate you!". He wanted to go home & play his Star Wars game. I told him that if he came home, there's no way he's playing any games. Rather than try to leave him in almost meltdown mode with his lovely teachers, I decided to just take him home.
In the car, I'm in tears. Why don't I EVER see anyone else's kid behaving this way? Why can't my kid simply go enjoy himself for a few hours with some great teachers & other kids?
Sam decides when we're 1/2 way home that he'll go to school... he promises me no meltdowns if we go back. So we go back to school, I walk him into the classroom & even stay for a few minutes -- he looks calm, so I leave.
I get home, have enough time to go to the bathroom & take off my shoes before the phone rings. It's his teacher (who I love) saying Sam's been crying since I left & is absolutely inconsolable. I tell her I'll come get him.
When I arrive, he's calm & painting with one of the teachers. She asks if he still wants to go home or if he wants to stay & play. Go home.
So we do. He has a snack & just as I'm about to have us both lay down for a rest, the repairman who's supposed to come later today, calls & wants to come earlier. Sam seems ok with-o the rest, but I certainly could've used one.
I'm SO tired... on so many levels. I literally feel like my nerves are frayed -- and every little thing that I should be able to just roll with seems to knock me down.
I look at baby pictures of him & just don't understand how we got where we are. Was it something I did or didn't do? And that brings me back to wondering if it's just me again...
Looking for some peace... and a little quiet would be nice too.
Julie