The reason I hate Thursday when I should heart them, is because my little man comes home in the morning from a night at his dads. I have no idea what occurs down there but my little man comes home a whingey, whiney, abusive and tired boy. It has broken my heart every week for the last two years nearly as the pattern hasn't altered. I should heart Thursday's as it is one of the only two full days I have with the little man this year. One day in care, one day with his grandparents, two lunchtime kinder days and nearly a day with his dad.
I try to overcome this pattern but it never works no matter what I suggest we do or event I organise the situation is still the same.
Today we went to an indoor play centre and when I said it was time to go the tears and tantrum started. Lordly in public and a carry on that could have warranted an Oscar!
After a quick lunch I put him to bed and this is when I love him most on a Thursday.
After waking up as my 'normal' little man we played emergency fires in his room as well as him fixing his train table.
I love him so much but Thursday's certainly test my patience with him!
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