I'm back. We were going to go to the park but I actually couldn't face any more tantrums in the street, so we did drawing and cutting out instead, which was nice, until I said I need to make lunch (he is going out with Nanna after lunch so I had to get on with it) and that it was time for him to tidy his room.
Room tidying is every Saturday, and pocket money is dependent on it being done with no fuss.
half an hour of screaming and complaining later, room still a tip, pocket money off the table, and I am hiding in the kitchen.
The THINGS that come out of his mouth, I cannot beleive.
I tried to help with the tidying thing by saying, OK, just put everything in 4 piles-books, toys, drawings and clothes, then I will come and help you sort it.
At which point he launched himself at my legs and wouldn't let go until I said sorry..
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At this point I lost my temper (and I had been calm calm calm) and said, that's it! No pocket money!
Cue screaming, crying..etc etc etc
He has been like this before but not this bad for a long while.
Why wont he use the school toilets? No idea. It has been this way since nursery. I have tried ignoring it, bribery, reward charts the lot. The teachers dont seem to think it really matters, but I don't see how he can even concentrate at school.
Eating/drinking-he has never drunk much. He eats slowly and talks a lot during lunch (I have been to school and seen this for myself) and so never has time to finish.
Anxious and obsessive. Hmmm. Genetic? Those are traits that run in the family, but he has always been incredibly single minded and stubborn, and very very focused on specifics.
Stressed. My fault prolly, I am stressed r.e money, so I am sure it rubs off. My patience is tenuous.
He does worry about stuff I don't get though.
Like, I have always been quite silly with him, and we used to really enjoy making each other laugh.
Now he has become so anxious about "what people will think?". The other day I was doing a silly run on the way to school and he got sooo embarrassed.
His age, I know, but he cares so much about rules and the way things look, which I don't get because I am not like that.
He also doesn't seem to believe anything I tell him, which upsets me because I never lie to him.
If we are walking somewhere and I try and take a short cut or something he will get borderline hysterical and say "this isn't the way!" When I explain that I know where I am going (honest) he doesnt believe me and gets more and more upset.
I don't know. I am by no means a perfect mum, but I am trying so hard to be understanding and patient, instead of strangling him.