Today ' the plan was to head to a mouse infested playground atea in a local city. I am from smalltown USA , and their aren't so many options to choose from that are indoors and out of the cold this time of year. So , I cleaned a little , threw in a load of laundry, showered, dressed, and left the house- all with the cooperation of my 7 year old son.
We went my friend's house , she also has a 7 year old son. They were finishing snacks and we were discussing carseat arrangements. Suddenly , my son does not want to go. He refuses to get in the car. He cannot go anymore. I pull him aside , talk until I am blue in the face. But still , not getting in the car. Finally, he gets in my car, I go back to my house , get him a snack, and he is ready to go.
All during the outing, he was fine. A little sluggish, but fine. And, he gets an invitation from another friend to go to a kids' martial arts class. I should ad that he is constantly practicing fight moves in our living room , so I thought this would be a dream come true. Wrong Wrongerson.
As the time is getting near to leave, he turns off the lights so they will think he's not home. He says to tell him when they are almost here so he can get his sneakers on, but really, it, s to hide when they get here. He hops behind the oversized chair and yells that he's not going. They left without him.
Upset? YES! But not that he did or didn't go.I am upset about the games and his want for manipulation and power plays.
Note: I sent him to bed early- at 7:00 pm. And, he's asleep. Post apologies and explanations and acceptance of personal responsibility. And, I feel like I was hit by a train.
We have not had one of these episodes for a long time. They always catch me off guard.
Anyone else experience this?
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