The Kid is Having A Shitty Monday…Insert Tears Here


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This morning was shit. Like pure sugar honey iced tea. I mean, we all know that Monday’s suck but this morning wasn’t a regular sucky Monday. It was worse. Today my five year old had an “Oh my God it’s so horrible being five!” kind of morning….

I’m assuming it started last night when we told him that it was too late to open his new toys. It was literally 30 minutes from his bedtime and he needed to get prepared for bed. He needed to eat, get in his jammies, and we needed time to read. In his eyes I was monster mom. This morning I did everything including begging him to get ready for school. He burst into tears. I asked if he needed a hug and asked him to tell me what was wrong. There were two things. First, he didn’t want to go to school. Second, he wanted to open his toys. I explained that he could open them after school but I’m sure I sounded like Charlie Brown’s teacher. Still, I was happy because through the chaos we were still on time for school/work. We were finally ready to leave when he asked to get a blanket to take in the car. I said yes (stupid me). He goes into his room to grab his Pj Mask cover when I hear the door closing slowly. I reach to stop it from slamming but he is pushing with all of his might to lock me out the room. I give one more push and he stumbles back, falling into the bike. Dios mio. Now his tear are accompanied by a scream. Let’s fast forward…

We get to the school and once unbuckled from his car seat he sneaks down onto the floor. Now, I’m about to cry. II was completely over the morning. I have him to sit on my lap and I say let’s just hug for a while okay? I rock him in my arms stating that I know it’s hard being five but there are just some things you have to do like going to school. We walk into the school and everyone is yelling, “Good morning Cayden”. This man gives them the bah humbug face. I smile and say “It’s the Monday blues I suppose”. They smile at me , in sympathy I’m sure. When he gets to his locker I saw the, this is going to be a shitty day, look on his face. I walked him over to his classroom line and boom! The waterworks! I grabbed his face and kissed his lips a few times. “Try to have an amazing day baby”.

It’s nearly 3 pm and I can’t stop thinking about him. I hopes his day is much better. It has to be difficult transitioning from a toddler to a big kid. I’m sure. But this is difficult for me as well. I’m not sure what we are going to do besides work through this as a team but one thing I know for sure if meditation/wine is needed tonight. Woo sah!



Until next time…

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