After school it was a meltdown over his brother not wanting to play what he wanted to play and at dinner, the meltdown was over yogurt; after showers it was over my nerve to ask him to please follow directions.
Except? It was probably actually all about being physically tired, or hungry, or just mentally exhausted from having what was, ironically, a very good day at school. And? Truth be told, I'm probably having one of those weeks as well. It's probably not a coincidence that my mood would rub off on him.
At bedtime things were a little rocky around here and I looked him square in the eye and said, "Thomas, I need you to talk in a normal voice to me and get your act together." He paused for a second and said, quite clearly, "Mom, that's the problem. I'm trying to get an act, but I just can't find one and it's just not working."
Ugh.
Note to self: Get your own act together before you ask these sweet boys to do the same.
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From the mouth of a "growing up" boy who has flashes of insight that boggle the mind. I love to watch him standing and checking things out when we are all together. After he ponders the scene or situation for a while, he'll turn and move on. How I have wished that I could read his mind at those times!
Thanks for that. I need to do the same. My stress is definitely contagious around here! :)
Glad to know its not just me Susan! Charlie's worst days are usually the days I'm most tired and out of patience. Definitely a symbiotic relationship!
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