A little problem developed this week – just of the frustrating variety, so nothing serious, but I think we’ve ALL been there.
It started on Mother’s Day. Sunday is a school/work day for us and it began like any other, with the addition of my parents staying.
I’d parked the car to drop LB at school, and that’s when it hit me between the eyes: A Mother’s Day special.
“Oh yes you are,” I replied.
“Oh no I’m not!” “Yes you are”; “No”; “YES” [possibly said with a hiss]. Back and forth we went, like a game of ping-pong.
I won this battle, but it was just the prelude. He refused to walk through the mosque (strange phobia about only taking this short-cut if no-one else is there), then stopped at the edge of the sizeable, grassy field we have to cross to reach the right side of the school.
He crossed his little arms, and planted his feet firmly in the grass: “Too far. NOT walking.”
And, believe me, I tried everything. I talked nicely. I got cross. I gave him an evil look (apologies: way too early, knackered, lost the will to parent). I walked all the way across the field myself, thinking he’d follow. He didn’t.
After being locked in Round 2 for five minutes or so, and getting late by now, another mum, who happened to also be a teacher, came to the rescue and distracted
the inner monster LB enough to allow me to drag – yes, drag – him to his classroom.
The next day was of course groundhog day (as was the next day). But, happily, this morning, I found the solution! And it was nothing more than parking next to the big yellow school buses, which not only meant a slightly shorter walk but also made it fun – for the four-year-old, at least.
Who knew? That, as a parent, you’d have to conjure up fun and games at 7.45 in the morning. Talk about absolutely.blimin.clueless!