I hit a new low today. Pumpkin has been driving me crazy with P.E. in the morning. I thought that putting our physical education first thing in the morning would help him get out some wiggles. All summer, he seemed better since his swimming lessons were early. Besides that, Pumpkin is very heat sensitive and it’s still so damn hot in the afternoons; the only real time to enjoy the outdoors is the morning. So there was logic involved. Trouble is Pumpkin has dug in his heals. He’s done some real doosies to get out of P.E. including throwing himself on the ground during jumping jacks and then claiming he “passed out”. The games that he would normally enjoy have had some of the same tactics. Kicking the ball with Ducky was met with flat-out refusal. If it had been his idea, this would have been something he enjoyed. He’s also claimed he’s too hot, as if it would be cool if he did P.E. later. Last year, we didn’t have any problems with P.E. This year he wants nothing to do with it.
Our whole day can be tainted by this stuff. Once he’s on this track, a meltdown won’t be far behind. The fact that science is next can’t even save it.
So today I lost my cool and I threatened him with public school. It worked. He really doesn’t want to go back. Though there have been times he’s asked to go back so that he can be like a “normal” kid, he has since realized that public school means science won’t be experiments and history won’t include lap books and crafts, and reading will mean he doesn’t necessarily pick his own books. He doesn’t want that. So it worked. He’s apologized for the foot dragging and promised it won’t continue. We shall see.
And am I proud that I found a big club to threaten him with? Not in the least. I try to be a good mother, but sometimes I’m just too lost.