Jejune
02-06-2007, 06:20 PM
because we're going backward.
I can always tell when Liam's making big leaps forward in some areas, because he starts regressing in other areas. Today was a VERY rough day. He's been doing so well in school that they decided to extend his school day. And actually, he had a GREAT day in school. Even he admitted so, and he usually pretends to hate school, even when it's obvious he had a nice time. But today he came out happy.
But at home, he's regressed in many ways. His impulse control is way way down. He loves to cook and today he just kept making food without permission. It was obvious, though, that he wasn't trying to be naughty, but that he just couldn't stop himself. He was very apologetic about his messes, but he still kept making them all day. I found all of the juice boxes in the house opened and with straws sticking out of them. He apparently went into my room, where he is not supposed to go unaccompanied, and took out my bacon and egg bandages, since there is now a small piece of bacon stuck to the wall and a fried egg stuck to his arm. He made Nora and himself big bowls of cereal and milk, using up all the freeze-dried strawberries (an expensive treat that no one else had partaken of) in the process.
I can tell he must be doing something big. He always is secretive about his intellectual growth until he can't hide it anymore. Today, he stood behind me a few times as I typed at the computer and I heard him reading aloud to himself as I typed. He wasn't especially aware of the fact that it WAS aloud, and it was stuff that should theoretically be too hard for a kindergartner, especially one who turned five in November. So I know he's up to something in his intellectual growth.
It's just exhausting, especially today, when, if I'm honest, I've spent a little too much time on the computer. I've got the beginnings of a sinus infection, though, and I'm just not feeling my best. To have to scoot around behind someone all day and just clean up after them is not my idea of fun.
Oh, I forgot the best part. Gabriel has Chess Club on Tuesdays, so I pick him up from school a little later than usual. I got the children cleaned up and ready to go, and then Liam immediately made for the door. I reminded him to wait for me, and he did for a few moments before he became too impatient and burst through the door. We live in a small apartment complex with a courtyard, and while I wasn't thrilled that he didn't listen to me, the kids often wait in the courtyard and play for bit before we go somewhere, and Liam finally stopped running away this year, so I wasn't worried. Until I grabbed Nora and stepped into the courtyard. He wasn't there. I called for him and he didn't come. I looked in the laundry room. No Liam. I went out to the street. No Liam. And the block is long, and we live in the middle, so I'd see him if he'd headed up or down it. I went back into the house, in case I'd hallucinated him running outside. No Liam. I'm panicking a little now, but I decide that he must have walked to his school, and I figure that my best option is to go to my car and try to catch up. So I open the door to the garage. It's dark inside, but the lights are on inside my car. They're on because Liam is sitting in the car.
When I got to the car, a little shaky and a lot exhausted, Liam said, "Mommy, I was scared!"
Yeah, you and me both, kid. By the looks of it, he passed his time by drawing on the car windows with lipstick. It was one of those moments when you realize that he's NOT a normal little five year old boy. I guess someone left the garage unlocked, and he went in, figuring that that was where we were going anyway, and not being able to think enough from others' views to realize that I couldn't know where he'd gone.
Yeah. It's been a long day. And I'm Captain Sucky Mom. Ask anyone.
I can always tell when Liam's making big leaps forward in some areas, because he starts regressing in other areas. Today was a VERY rough day. He's been doing so well in school that they decided to extend his school day. And actually, he had a GREAT day in school. Even he admitted so, and he usually pretends to hate school, even when it's obvious he had a nice time. But today he came out happy.
But at home, he's regressed in many ways. His impulse control is way way down. He loves to cook and today he just kept making food without permission. It was obvious, though, that he wasn't trying to be naughty, but that he just couldn't stop himself. He was very apologetic about his messes, but he still kept making them all day. I found all of the juice boxes in the house opened and with straws sticking out of them. He apparently went into my room, where he is not supposed to go unaccompanied, and took out my bacon and egg bandages, since there is now a small piece of bacon stuck to the wall and a fried egg stuck to his arm. He made Nora and himself big bowls of cereal and milk, using up all the freeze-dried strawberries (an expensive treat that no one else had partaken of) in the process.
I can tell he must be doing something big. He always is secretive about his intellectual growth until he can't hide it anymore. Today, he stood behind me a few times as I typed at the computer and I heard him reading aloud to himself as I typed. He wasn't especially aware of the fact that it WAS aloud, and it was stuff that should theoretically be too hard for a kindergartner, especially one who turned five in November. So I know he's up to something in his intellectual growth.
It's just exhausting, especially today, when, if I'm honest, I've spent a little too much time on the computer. I've got the beginnings of a sinus infection, though, and I'm just not feeling my best. To have to scoot around behind someone all day and just clean up after them is not my idea of fun.
Oh, I forgot the best part. Gabriel has Chess Club on Tuesdays, so I pick him up from school a little later than usual. I got the children cleaned up and ready to go, and then Liam immediately made for the door. I reminded him to wait for me, and he did for a few moments before he became too impatient and burst through the door. We live in a small apartment complex with a courtyard, and while I wasn't thrilled that he didn't listen to me, the kids often wait in the courtyard and play for bit before we go somewhere, and Liam finally stopped running away this year, so I wasn't worried. Until I grabbed Nora and stepped into the courtyard. He wasn't there. I called for him and he didn't come. I looked in the laundry room. No Liam. I went out to the street. No Liam. And the block is long, and we live in the middle, so I'd see him if he'd headed up or down it. I went back into the house, in case I'd hallucinated him running outside. No Liam. I'm panicking a little now, but I decide that he must have walked to his school, and I figure that my best option is to go to my car and try to catch up. So I open the door to the garage. It's dark inside, but the lights are on inside my car. They're on because Liam is sitting in the car.
When I got to the car, a little shaky and a lot exhausted, Liam said, "Mommy, I was scared!"
Yeah, you and me both, kid. By the looks of it, he passed his time by drawing on the car windows with lipstick. It was one of those moments when you realize that he's NOT a normal little five year old boy. I guess someone left the garage unlocked, and he went in, figuring that that was where we were going anyway, and not being able to think enough from others' views to realize that I couldn't know where he'd gone.
Yeah. It's been a long day. And I'm Captain Sucky Mom. Ask anyone.