I'll take some responsibility for Sidekick being a monster. Why? Because I didn't put him down for a nap on Saturday and Sunday. The weather was beautiful, and I wanted to take advantage of that. We met some other SMC at a pumpkin patch on Saturday and on Sunday we went for a three mile hike in "da mountains". On Saturday, he was in bed at 7:00 and on Sunday it was 6:15. His normal bedtime is 8:00, but I know that has to be earlier when he doesn't nap. He got the right amount of sleep, but I guess I might have messed with his schedule too much.
Monday... His teacher is on vacation this week and the other teacher in the room is new, so I think he was trying to figure out what he could get away with. He was pushing buttons, not listening, and didn't nap. This resulted in another early bedtime.
Tuesday... I had to wake him up (guess he didn't go to sleep early enough after all). He was whiney right away and I told him to pee/poop. Side note, the poop thing has been a bit of a challenge because he doesn't poop as often as he should or he'll squeeze out a nugget and call it done. Seriously, my morning always starts out with arguing with him about pooping because I know he has to go. So, he pitched a fit. I sent him to his room. I let him out, he pitched a fit, so I sent him in his room. At that point I wasn't going to argue with him so I got him dressed and then he told me had to poop! WTF?!?! During his fits and quick trip down the rabbit hole, I went downstairs to get his breakfast ready because the clock was ticking quickly and he/we had wasted a lot of time. He normally helps me get his breakfast ready, so another temper tantrum ensued. Good Lord! I talked about what he needed to do at school in order to be able to go to Karate that night. When we got to school (late of course), we talked to the director AND the teacher about expectations for being able to go to Karate.
At 3:20 that afternoon, I'm sitting at my desk working when the number for school shows up on my caller ID. I immediately say "F***" to myself. Sidekick shoved a rock up his nose and it was stuck. WTF?!?! After a phone call to the pediatrician learning there were no appointments so we'd have to camp out in the waiting room, I headed to school to get my child. On my way, school calls that he got the rock out by pressing on the outside of his nose. I then asked if he deserved to go to Karate that night, and as much as the director didn't want to make the decision, after she talked to the teacher, it was decided he did not follow through with the expectations everyone had of him. So... I turned around, went back home, put on my running clothes, went for a long run, and picked my son up an hour later than normal. I just couldn't deal with him! I didn't want to deal with him. There are consequences for his actions, and not going to Karate was a big one!
I picked him up and he immediately asked about Karate. The news that he would not be going threw him into yet another tailspin and he was headed deeper down the rabbit hole. It was all I could do to survive until bedtime. While we were eating dinner, I asked him why he put a rock up his nose, and he told me it's because his foot hurt. Of course, that's a logical explanation.
Wednesday (yesterday) seemed much better according to his teachers. While he didn't nap, he quietly laid on his cot the entire time. He went to bed earlier than normal.
I had a horrible dream last night that for whatever reason, my friends and I dropped Sidekick off at a store in this small downtown shopping area in some part of the country. We told him to wait for us while we found a parking spot. By the time we got there, he was nowhere to be found. I was terrified and so upset. I knew I was dreaming, but I couldn't wake up. I kept looking for him for days and never found him. It was awful, and when I finally woke up, I walked into Sidekick's room at 2:26 AM to make sure he was okay. He was sleeping like a beautiful, perfect little boy.
This morning was great. He peed/pooped, ate a great breakfast, and happily went to school. Karate is up in the air again depending on how he does at school, but I'm hoping, my sweet, well behaved son is working his way out of the rabbit hole. I want him to be able to wear this cute uniform again tonight.