So it would appear that rather than Mondays, Monkey doesn’t like Wednesdays. He really doesn’t like Wednesdays. It’s a new thing, a since Easter thing, and today it broke me, left me in tears. Today I’m not SuperMum, I’m far from it. I’m tired, frustrated and just not on top of SuperMumdom.
Why? My Monkey doesn’t do change, he doesn’t like new things, new people, often, new places. His teacher left at Easter and since then he’s had a new lady teacher 4 days a week and a male teacher on Wednesdays. I knew he would struggle with the change, especially as he really liked his old teacher. But in general he’s taken to the new lady teacher really well.
Then they changed Show and Tell day from Friday to Wednesday, the day he has the male teacher. He won’t take anything for Show and Tell anymore. Well, he did last week for the first time since Easter, but another child pulled his tractor from the box and talked about it. Monkey didn’t tell anyone it was, in fact, his tractor, until the end of the session.
He doesn’t like the male teacher, I’m sure it’s not him personally, it may not even be the fact that’s he’s a man, I’m sure it’s just the fact he’s different, maybe. I’m slightly confused as I presume a different teacher must have been around on Wednesdays before Easter (planning day) but we were never told who, and Monkey liked Wednesdays.
But now we have tears every Wednesday morning, not wanting to go to school. Most days I can cope with it and coax him through the school gates. He’s always been really good at holding hands, it’s our thing. Holding hands and walking together. Today, along with tears, he ran away from me, he ran back towards home. It felt like I was dragging him to school today, he clung to me, he didn’t want me to leave him, he didn’t want to stay.
I’m sure that within 5 minutes he would have been ok, he came running out of school this afternoon, huge grin back in place.
Today I’m not SuperMum and I have not been ok. I came home, looked on the calendar, thank god, only 3 more Wednesdays until the end of term. Today I sat and cried and cried. Tired and emotional and just wishing my son coped with change a little bit better. That it didn’t feel like a constant battle of wills.
Thankfully I had a Jado Chi session with a friend, I cried and that was ok. Then we laughed and life seemed a little easier again. Then I had lunch with a lady I met at Coombe Mill on holiday, a lady who lives a few miles away from me, someone who I seem to have a number of things in common with. It was lovely, a day of adult time, of being me rather than just Mummy. Just what I needed.
A day rounded off with a play date at Monkey’s best friend’s house. I have to go too, maybe one day I won’t. But luckily his best friends Mum is lovely and the time flew by.
So tonight we’re home, today I’m not SuperMum. I’m drained, emotional and not feeling like I can conquer the world. But that’s ok. Every Mum is allowed to not always cope. To not always be on top of her child’s behaviour. Tomorrow I’ll be fine, but then again we’ve got Stage 2 swimming lessons, so maybe tomorrow will be another battle of change acceptance! But tomorrow, probably I’ll cope with the challenge better. Tomorrow I’ll just accept that I’ll have to hold Monkey’s hand all the way to the pool edge, and stand parallel to him by the edge of the pool all lesson, and I may have to do that for the next year again.
Today I’m not SuperMum but maybe tomorrow I will be.