Wednesday, April 26, 2006

The routines that mom broke

George had a rotten afternoon yesterday. And it's all my fault. You see, I know his limits. I know his routines. I know how many errands I can run per day and still stay in his good graces. I know when he needs to bring his comfort items with him to stay centered. Yesterday, I disregarded everything I knew, and our world came tumbling down. It all began with the slippers.

On Tuesdays, we pick up Emma from school an hour early, in order to go to George's speech therapy. Yesterday, he brought his slippers with him. Not on his feet, just carried them. Held them and cuddled with them on the way to Em's school. Once there, I did the unthinkable. I didn't let him bring them into the building. I don't know what I was thinking. Full on tantrum the whole time we were there! Compounded by the fact that the kids were on the playground (I usually try to get there before they go out, because we don't have time to allow George to play). So, I haul a screaming George and sweaty Emma out of the building and head towards my next mistake of the day.

A friend of ours had borrowed a binder full of children's DVD's for a trip they made about two weeks ago. I had the brilliant idea of stopping by her house on our way to George's school to pick them up. Which would have been fine except we had enough time to go in. Which would have been fine except we didn't have enough time for George to get over his shyness and then play with every one of the hundreds of toys they have in their living room. Just as he was getting comfortable, it was time to go. So, I haul a screaming George back to the van and on to his therapy session.

Yeah, that session didn't go so well. Ms. Edwards carried the screaming boy into the classroom and closed the door. Then, I got to break the news to Emma that we wouldn't be playing on the playground because I was fairly certain that the session wouldn't be lasting as long as usual. So, I hauled a sobbing Emma to the van to get her library book and snack. Fifteen minutes later, a tearful George ran out of the classroom and we left the building. Then came the last big mistake of the day. George and Emma ran, as usual, on the lawn outside the school to the sidewalk. Except when they were almost there, I realized that George wasn't going to stop. Thank goodness I park on a quiet street and it was after normal school hours! I grabbed him when he was only a couple of feet into the street, but I didn't untense and he didn't stop crying until we were home.

Needless to say, I was exhausted last night and we stayed home most of today. All because of a pair of slippers and my stupidity!


Bethy said...

Can I tell you how much your days sound like mine! We've had more temper tantrums in the last week then we've had in the last 4 years.

How about we put Kate and George in a room together and let them scream to their hearts contents! The two of them can listen to each other and we can, quietly, sip the caffiene of our choice, in another room!

glynis said...

Every mom has had a day where she said, "I KNEW better than that...what was I thinking?"!!

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Anonymous said...

Wow. That's amazing. I can't imagine a day like that. I have seen that when I've gone out before though. Sorry you had such a rough day Meg. I get REALLY irritated when my girls didn't follow the plan for the day - even if it wasn't what they were used to. I know that Kids revolve around routine though.

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All in all, i'm sorry for your day Meg, and Glynis is right, we've all had days were we've made a mistake and paid for it at the hands of the crumbsnatchers :o)

Maggie said...

Poor George!!! Ok, Poor Meg, too.

Deanna said...

awe..meg...I hope you have a better day tomorrow...routines...I hate when I break my kids also!

loonyhiker said...

I really enjoyed hearing about your day. I am a teacher and usually every day, one of my students are having those kind of days. I feel like a detective and have to try to find out the root of the problem so that we don't have the same kind of day tomorrow. And sometimes there isn't anything I can do about it except "ride the wave" and let it go.

heather said...

It sounds like George is 2. I had days like that when my youngest was 2. He improved when he was 3. (mostly!)