Shagged this morning, but that really is nothing new. Cold a bit of a stuffed nose & cough, but again, that’s nothing really new. I have children, I travel on public transport – I’m likely to catch such things.
Scenes leaving school yesterday. I was picking up Jack & was a smidgeon late – in that he was out of the class as I came across the playground. He was happy to see me & ran forward to us (Eve was on my shoulders). He got his library book out to show me; a quite impressive edition of Wind in the Willows. The text is abridged & there are a lot of illustrations reminiscent of a 30’s/40’s illustrative style; very nice. Then he said that his leg was stiff. Then he wanted a pick up. Then I said no & then he started to cry & get mad at me. I had Eve on my shoulders; I was not going to pick him up. Battle of wills ensues; he crying & shouting at me & me resolutely refusing to pick him up. He stands on my feet, so that I can do the walking for him, but I need my hands free for that trick. We make progress though – a few yards. He gets more frustrated & upset. I’m accused of upsetting him because I, “You’re not doing what I tell you to do!”. Hmmm… I inch slowly out of the school & past the school gates. It all takes a long time. I have time. Eventually after a lot of hugging & querying he remembers that he is mad because I won’t carry him, so I concede to carry him as far as I can with one arm. We get as far as the level crossing down the road a bit, & he is OK to walk now, & cheers up a little.
We are both stubborn, but I don’t like being told what to do by adults – let alone my 4-year-old son. He does have the advantage of me loving him loads, though. He needs to learn the limits of possibility & not to act up that he has a gammy leg, when he patently doesn’t & I need to learn to concede a little easier.