it’s becoming a morning routine: i start getting the clothes ready, the child starts whining angrily, ‘i don’t WANNA go to margie’s’. he yells. he wails. what’s the problem here?
stupid rules. he has to follow the stupid rules.
now, this is nothing really new – the first mention of this came late last year when he informed me that he wanted to go on slime time live (a nickelodeon game show) to win the jimmy neutron ultra-orb toy he wanted so badly. when i mentioned santa might bring it he got angry and said, he didn’t want anything from santa. why? stupid rules.
it gets better when he’s full awake, but my little night owl child fights the ‘bedtime rule’ with more energy than i have to enforce it, and is consequently not ready to wake up at 7:45. and i know just how he feels, i wake up whiny too. it’s pretty pathetic, one non-morning person trying to get another non-morning person ready to go, when both of them have no desire to get out of bed.
and i’ve not yet discovered how to engage my son in the sort of philosophical discussion that would lead him gently to the conclusion that we really do need rules in the world. we have a few too many for my taste, and too many rules makes me fussy too, but i do concede the need for structure. just, not exactly the structure we have, but some structure.
oh, it’s all about the grey areas here. and all this confuses me so, when i’m trying to wrestle clothes onto a child that keeps burrowning under the covers and curling up in a little ball of anarchy.