What was I here for again?
I’ve been in the car waiting for Thor for 5 or 10 minutes and my husband just came out to give me the update: Thor went to get himself socks, but found himself in a sword fight with Talula instead. Oh well, so our roadmap this week with the on time to school was a step backwards – this will be day 2 of 3 late. I asked his dad to give him the “I see you’ve gotten distracted, what did you come up here for” line to get him back on track.
Here’s what I’ve noticed with the way I engage/encourage Thor – I’m afraid to. Ya. I’m afraid to. Well, maybe afraid is the wrong word.
If at some later time I try to talk to him about how this morning went and what he notices on mornings when he’s not ready the night before he will go into meltdown mode and do the “I can’t do it, I don’t know how, I can’t do anything right” dance. I admit that I have no idea how to handle that. I stay calm, ask the what, who, where questions and it gets us no where – except to grumps-ville from him and me throwing in the towel – the conversation will then end with him saying one more “I don’t know” and me responding with an “ok”.
So, then I ask my self, why on earth would I increase the number of times that I have to listen that??? Seriously, I am at best just starting to keep it together on a very regular basis when the meltdown happens of its own volition (ie: ME not asking questions and bringing it on). WHY would I increase the odds of them happening? I know that his reaction is probably just his thing, and for that reason alone I should push the limits and remember that discomfort is ok – but oh, it’s sooooo tiring.
