This is day two of school refusal for my son. He usually is a school lover, but he has a new teacher that treats him like a Kindergartener (he says) so now he hates it. On top of that, yesterday he sprang onto my bed around 6:30am with his new phone excited to show me the new apps he had just downloaded on it.
Drolly (I think that is a real word) I asked, “Are you going to show me the apps I told you not to download on your phone (because the old phone this new phone is replacing was corrupted by your downloading APPS!!!!!!)? Bingo, cortisol spike–reason to refuse school for two days. Okay, I might have revised history right there. The parentheses implied I didn’t say that last part, but really, I DID! Couldn’t help myself.
This morning I sat down on the side of his bed and asked him to open an eye, which he did.
“Are you going to school today?” The eye closed.
“It is beginning to smell like something dead is in this bed. May I suggest a shower sometime today?” The eye opened. Then closed.
“I’ll take that as a yes eye.”
Parenting is fun. I am enjoying it immensely.
Ce Eshelman, LMFT
I am not kidding. Parenting has become fun. I just don’t take it personally anymore–that was the epiphany that took me from parenting crazy town to parenting clown house.
I prefer the latter. It’s simply more fun.