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The Incredible Sulk
Every night when I say goodnight to my boys, I always leave their room with an ’I love you!’. In response to this my youngest will mumble sleepily ’You’re the best mummy in the world’ and my eldest will give me a cheeky ’Love you more!’.
Those few words mean so much to me – more than they’ll ever realise – and I end the day on a good note, knowing that they’re both safely tucked up, feeling loved and happy with life.
Recently though my almost-7-year-old has become increasingly angry and grumpy. Maybe it’s down to a growth spurt, maybe
In the morning, rather than bouncing out of bed with a smile on his face as per usual, he turns into Mr Miserable. Having woken up at 6.45am on the dot for as long as I can remember, he is now sleeping in. Waking him up for school is a challenge and he stomps down the stairs
Then there’s breakfast: ’I didn’t want shreddies!’ he’ll shout like an angry dictator when I pour them into his bowl. ’I hate jam!’ he’ll announce (having had it on his toast for the past seven years). ’Want yoghurt!’ he’ll demand. He is shouting orders at everyone from dawn til dusk. When I stand
After school, when my eldest is exhausted and even more difficult to deal with, we have mealtime tantrums and meltdowns. Then, when it’s bathtime, he will sneak out of the house and into the garden with my littlest trailing behind him in fits of giggles (his older brother
Once I get one boy back in the house and go to get the other, the one who’s inside inevitably finds another escape route. This scenario continues until I’m fuming with anger and about to burst. Being cross though, as I’ve learnt, does me no favours because my sons just find it hilarious seeing Mummy lose the plot. It’s far more effective
When I finally get them in the bath – sometimes having to force my eldest in and getting soaked in the process – they then enter silly mode. This carries on until it’s time for bed and includes running around naked whilst neighing like horses, jumping on my bed (because they know it annoys me), putting music on full blast, raiding the cupboards for biscuits and simply refusing to listen to anything I say.
Trying to get my eldest to bed when he’s so hyped up always ends with more tears. Then, once I achieve my goal, he’ll say
Finally, my eldest will yawn and settle down to sleep and I will close the door behind me, breathe a sigh of relief and say ’I love you!’. At the moment he is responding with ’I hate you more!’ but I’m hoping that when he goes back to being his awesome, happy self, he will return to ’I love you more!’. I just hope it’s not too long before
Having a stroppy nearly-7-year-old is no fun but it’s all part of growing up as he gets to grips with his changing body and confusing feelings. I totally get that. And I totally understand that what my son needs right now is cuddles if he’ll let me and time alone when he wants it.
What I can’t get my head around though is that the teenage years are apparantly a lot worse. Luckily for me though that’s a long way off…