So, E started school this year. On the whole he loves it, so there’s no “he’s unhappy” thing going on here. He’s complained to staff at school of a poorly tummy a couple of weeks ago, been sent home, watched tv and loafed about. Not right, but not poorly by any means either. So today, I’ve had the call whilst Lovely Bloke is out, and not home for a couple of hours, picked him up and guess what? He’s fine. And said how he was sure he’d feel better in time for his play date this afternoon.
We’re now home together and it’s hard work on my part, making this the most boring day ever for him. I want to put the tv on, but that’s what he wants. So it’s not happening. He isn’t coming home to loaf and play. He wants me to play games with him. He’s telling me I’m not very good because I won’t let him watch TV. He’s better now he says, so he doesn’t need the tv. Ahem.
And now I’ve offered him the opportunity to go back to school, and he’s on the floor, eating his packed lunch with gusto. He’s demanding to go back. I’ve called the school. They will take him. He’s fine. I just think ??? about the whole thing. I don’t want him to think being at home is a good alternative to being at school, learning, playing, having fun. So I guess I’ve served my purpose on this one, haven’t I?
Seriously, the child is bouncing around on the floor. Gotta love it eh?
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