So the start of a new term can certainly be challenging can’t it! Monkey spent most of the holidays asking when he could go back to school. Not to say that he wasn’t enjoying himself, I just think he likes his routine. I knew we’d have a few issues getting back into the school routine, but boy what a week!
Getting up early again has been a shock to the system for both of us this week, I knew it would be. We’d got used to lazy mornings, getting up when Monkey woke up, rather than to my alarm clock. I had thought that it would take Monkey a day, and then we’d be heading for a meltdown on Wednesday. Wrong! What a week! Tuesday, he was full of chatter on the way home from Nursery School, happy to be on his scooter, not so happy to have a new teacher. I’m sure she’s fine, I’m sure he will like her, it’s something different. We had a nice couple of hours, playing, chatting, reading, being together. Then the fun began. Two and half hours of solid, and I mean solid, screaming, crying, hitting, kicking. He was shattered, but nothing would calm him down. I still have no idea what started the meltdown. Something to do with his train track, something I should have done. I don’t know. It continued all throughout dinner, he didn’t eat dinner, and then the job of getting him to bed. What a week! By the time I finally got him into bed and asleep, I was in tears. I find it so exhausting, nothing seems to work.
So Wednesday is a new day, we start again. We needed to change his library books after school, it’s a trip he loves. We picked 6 new books to bring home. He also needed some new casual shoes so we went to the nearest Clarks outlet to get his ever-growing feet measured. He was happy, we bought a pair of shoes with Rex Roller for My 1st JCB on the side. We got home all is still well with the world. Until dinner time, meltdown, won’t eat anything, an hour later, eats his veg and a bit of meat. Oh what a week!
Thursday and tonight have been just as bad, refusing to eat food I know he does like, that’s why I’ve cooked it. Screaming, kicking, and boy is he getting strong, biting, throwing things. He woke Daddy P up with all his meltdown tonight. I actually had a bit of help tonight. What a week!
Bless him, I know he is shattered, I know it’s all about getting back into a routine, doesn’t make it any easier to cope with day-to-day though. One worn out Mummy on a Friday night.
Any words of wisdom out there?