It isn’t even six o’clock in the evening and J has climbed up to his room already. This is not the usual procedure for summer. Last night, for example, he went to his room at nearly 9 P.M. This evening he has gathered his belongings, stomped up the stairs and announced -in his own way- that he is displeased and unhappy.
But let me rewind…
He was up early, and he determined what he wanted on the board for today. I did my best to pepper his routine with things that were ever-so-slightly out of the usual humdrum stuff: sweeping the porch, planting more peas, weeding the garden, and so forth. We worked on ANIMALS. We met a little boy who enthusiastically and energetically dashed out of the playground demanding to know J’s name. Oh, that part was adorable, and J was very happy to make this acquaintance. I was surprised at how well he received the rapid approach of a 2 or 3 year old blessed with the volubility of a politician. They looked like a flea and Marmaduke when standing side by side, but it was a cute interaction and J said MY NAME IS J quite well. All in all it was a good day…
And then it stopped being. Just like that. No warning. No signs to indicate a sudden shift in anything. Just stomp, stomp, stomp and then running in place while yowling and that was it.
Don’t get me wrong. I understand he can’t be a big ol’ ray of sunshine all the time, but…why today? School is a mere two weeks away. We’ve had fun and done stuff. We’re working through our ANIMALS SCRAPBOOK at quite a nice pace. We made COOKIES, for crying out loud.
So this evening finds me scratching my head in frustration. Yesterday’s Lego obviously entertained him for a short time. Today’s activities seemed to keep him happy. Now…I’m stumped.
I know that these days will be more frequent the closer we get to the first day of school. J’s outgrowing me at a very fast pace. Almost as quickly as I’m outgrowing the elastic on my leggings.