What Happened?

As I made breakfast this morning, I heard a shriek and huge sobs hurtle out of G’s bedroom. I sprinted down the hall; a dust storm of oats and a thought bubble filled with swear words behind me.
Once in his room, I grabbed him off the floor, scooped him into my arms and assessed the situation. No wounds, no missing teeth, no tell-tale signs of future hospital bills, but still, he wailed.  The new Hairy Maclary book he went to get from his room for ‘show and tell’ was on the floor next to him.

we are in love with hairy.  convinced n'uncle jen wrote it because it has a cat named slinky malinky abc.net.au
we are in love with hairy-abc.net.au

“What happened G?” I asked softly, “Did you hurt yourself?”

“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,” he wailed.

“Ok, but why are you crying?”

“I won’t tell,” he blurbered into my chest.

“Well, if you tell me, I can help.”

“Ok,” he takes three gulps of air like pauses in a Pinter play, “I don’t want to go to school all daaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

“What?” I stifled a laugh of combined relief and disbelief, “Why not?  You had so much fun last week.”

On his first day of pre-school, he stayed for only 2 hours.  When I picked him up after that short amount of time, he looked at me with disdain and said, “What are you doing here?”

 

 

can’t you see i’m dancing?

Pre-school in Sydney coincides with daycare so I can leave him there from 7 am-7 pm if I need to.  So last week, I picked him up at 5.  It was a difficult day.  When 3 o’clock rolled around, I fought the urge to go and get him.  When I finally showed up at 5, he seemed disconcerted.  It was too long of a day; I kicked myself for not trusting my instincts.

“I’ll pick you up today after your preschool lesson, ok? You’ll play outside, have lunch, have your lesson and I’ll pick you up at 3.  How does that sound?”

“Ok,” he sniffled, “that sounds good.”

So, guess who just ran across the street to pick G up at 3 and is now back at her desk at 3:15 typing this post?

Me.
I asked G if he wanted to stay on.  He seemed to be enjoying a birthday party featuring piggie faced cupcakes. He said yes. So I asked him when he’d like me to come back and he said, ‘In 12 hours.’

He said yes. So I asked him when he’d like me to come back and he said, ‘In 12 hours.’

I asked him when he’d like me to come back; he said, “In 12 hours.”

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