We are finding it increasingly more difficult to mobilise Daniel in the morning. He doesn’t want to get up. He doesn’t want to eat. He doesn’t want to brush teeth. He doesn’t want to get dressed.
I can deal with everything except the dressing issue. Most mornings hubby caves in and dresses him. This morning was the final straw. I put my foot down and said NO MORE, so I threatened to take him to school in his PJ’s. To which he shrugged his shoulders and allowed me to put his bag on his back. At which point a very red haze descended in front of my eyes. But not before I had a moment of sheer panic because I’m not allowed to send him to school in anything that is branded, so I don’t think the Scooby Doo PJ’s would have gone down well..
So then I said that he was not leaving the house until he was dressed and walked out the back door. That did the trick and amidst much tears he got dressed in 30 seconds flat. Whilst I was looking around to see if I couldn’t spot a open bottle of wine I could take a swig of. And all of this was before 08h00 this morning.
Fast forward to this evening when we made it through supper in one piece and whilst trying to run the bath water I had to dash out of the bathroom only to return and find half of the linen cupboard on the floor. And Isabel drinking water with a teaspoon out of the toilet.