I don’t mind Monday’s personally now I’ve a job I enjoy, but the boy hates them.
When we moved last year, we had to put him in a nursery pre-school, as opposed to staying with his childminder. We thought it would be a good thing – maybe he would make friend’s he’d end up at school with, learn new things, enjoy the lovely play area and bigger surroundings. He didn’t. He doesn’t.
Sometimes he’s absolutely fine, and runs off to play happily and I leave with a spring in my step. Other times – especially if it’s a bit manic, or there’s a routine change, I find myself waving up at a little tear streaked face feeling like someone’s kicked me in the stomach. I feel awful all day, even though – invariably! – every single time I go to pick up him up he’s having a blast. So why the tears and the clinging and the guilt tripping? Do all kids do this, or is mine a master manipulator, set on making me feel like Worst Mother on Planet Earth?
He’s spent all weekend being anxious about nursery, worse than ever saying he doesn’t want to go, it makes him sad, he wants to stay at home. He’s only got 9 days left before he finishes for the summer. He starts school after that.
There’s not really a lot I can do about it, apart from feel horrible about taking him. What if he’s like this at school?! If anyone has any advice it would be much appreciated.