It has been such a horrible morning, which just confirms what an unsuitable parent I am making. I honestly am out of my depth here.
It is mufti day. Wear pink for breast cancer. So the morning started with my youngest kicking up a fuss that his jumper did not have the right proportion of white to the red (alternative to pink). Ds1 went down, made himself breakfast, and filled water bottles and made snack for him and his brother. He was really good. As always. He likes to be good, it is important to him, and the praise too. I was really pleased.
We had a talk with ds1 over breakfast about behaviour, how I understand he is struggling and we want to help. He should not feel worried about coming to me, as we wont punish him and be angry with him for what has happened in school, as the school has dealt with that already, but we would want to know what difficulties he has had, so we can talk through it. All was fine. I told him we love him very much and we want to help him so he can be happier. It was a good chat. He seemed to finally be taking on board how his behavior is affecting others, and that he must communicate and talk to the teachers and us about what is happening. All well and good.
I was going through ds2s homework with him, and it was 10 minutes before leaving. Ds1 started playing with a balloon, in the dining room where we were doing homework, and I told him to stop as it was too distracting. He says "oh". pauses and continues playing. I ask him again to stop.
He then asks for time on the computer. I say "no, we have to leave soon". He asks what he can do. I tell him to pack down his school things (I saw his pencil case on the dining table), brush his teeth and get ready. He goes up brushes his teeth, comes down, and asks to go on the computer. I say "no". He follows me into kitchen, where I am trying to find something for his brother, and asks for time on the computer. I say "No, not today". (I should add that we have had an ongoing discussion every day about not playing in the morning before school, if he has extra time, to sit down and read a novel which is part of his school work, as playing or computer work is too distracting, and it is difficult to tear them away from it). He sits down on the staircase and again asks if he can just go on Bitesize. I tell him some mornings it might be possible, but not today, as we are leaving in two minutes, and I need to get everything packed and get ready to go. He follows me again into the kitchen and asks if he can just go on the computer and finish what he was doing yesterday.
I just flipped. Turned into a loudly sobbing wreck. I was shouting about how "no" means "no", and does not mean he can ask again a minute later. That he is nagging and nagging and disturbing me so I cant concentrate on getting everything ready to go, how yesterday I forgot to pack his brothers PE kit because he was constantly asking to use the Ipad, and arguing with me to get Ipad time. That he is ruining my life with his constant pestering for computer time, and that I cant take any more. That he thinks he can just push and push and push until he gets his way, and nothing else matters. He should think about the effect this pushing has, and that he does not get what he want, instead he make people stressed and angry with him.
I said, no wonder his teacher has had enough if this is how he behaves and this is the effect he has on people.
Not my finest moment.
I was not in a fit state to take them to school. Dh had to go. I am not proud of myself.
Dh says I am a pushover. I am too easy on him and never pull him up for bad behaviour. That I am always making excuses for him. And now, at the age of 9 he has not learnt appropriate behaviour. I dont think this is right. I do tell him off, tell him if it is wrong, tell him how he should behave. I feel like I am a puppetmaster who has to constantly tell him what to do and how to behave.
Maybe that is the problem in school, he does not have me to look to? I dont know. I honestly dont know.
We did not have the same problems in Norway, similar to an extent, but not this. He wanted to move here. He was really happy for the first 3 weeks, until a girl called him ugly. It really upset him. He does not feel good about his looks. And then it all spiraled downwards.
I feel so crap.
I am not handling this very well at all.
Far from the hug and snuggle cosy half term we should have, eh?