Okay, who the hell is this tiny terror who has taken over my lovely little boy? And he only acts like that with me! In public, he’s wonderful, doesn’t run off, listens to me and is quiet. In private, he is constantly pestering me, demanding this and that, defies me every single time we have to leave the house, stomps his feet, slams doors in my face, refuses to use the potty unless it’s his idea and it’s usually to delay us leaving the house. I’ve had to “disrespect his Buddhahood” and carry his screaming, twisting, clawing at the door body out to the car to make an appointment. That’s always lovely. Planning to get him out takes an hour which usually means I look like hell and usually forget one thing or another.
I’ve had two stress free drop offs at his play group and that’s it. Usually I have to sit in little tiny chair at the with one or two mums whose lovely darlings can’t bear to be parted from us. At first it’s cute, and then it’s like prison for 90 minutes.. A couple of the mums have been in their workout gear, sullenly checking their smartphones, muttering under their breath. Yep, I’m one of them. The Precious was literally holding onto me and I had to walk him to the teacher to get his name label. He wouldn’t even hang up his coat for fear of letting go of my hand. Ah, separation anxiety! Well, he’s bonded to me all right.
Oh, by the way, the big audition I had a couple weeks ago? I got a callback tomorrow! Wish me broken legs!