Like the majority of school-aged children and working adults, I have come to dread Monday morning. Since I work from home and my assignments require attention seven days a week, the advent of another Monday on the calendar means little to me. However, Monday marks the beginning of another school week and the end of a weekend which leaves Robby disgruntled and miserable.
Every Monday morning proceeds the same
way: during breakfast Robby and I talk about the day and what we have
planned. Although he went to bed on Sunday fully aware that the next day
was a school day, he always seems surprised when going to school is
part of his schedule. As soon as the words "go to school" come out of my
mouth, the drama begins.
Robby begins lamenting, whining and
fretting about going to school. Employing logic by reminding him that he
has a good time, likes his classmates and enjoys learning, is
fruitless. Every Monday morning, over a bowl of Frosted Flakes, my
little guy dissolves before my eyes.
Although it tugs at my
heartstrings when I see him so upset, I also know that the solemn mood
lifts as soon as he steps into his school. I've spent countless Monday
mornings worrying about him after I dropped him off only to discover
that he had forgotten to be upset as soon as I left. I've been trying to
keep his grief-riddled response to the end of the weekend in
perspective and trust that he is okay once the school day begins.
morning, in the middle of his habitual beginning of the school week
breakdown, I asked (rhetorically) if we had to go through this drama
every single Monday. Apparently Robby does not yet understand the
concept of rhetorical questions, because he looked up and said, "Yes
Momom. We do have to go through this drama. I believe it is the
established protocol for a Monday morning."
Turning my head so
that he couldn't see me smile, I remembered the conversation he was
referencing. Back in October, exhausted by the daily "I don't want to go
to school" drama, I told Robby that he could only be upset one day a
week. He chose Monday. Apparently he hadn't forgotten the deal we had
made! I think next year I am going to amend our agreement and allow him
to be upset on Sunday night. That way Scott can deal with it, and I can
take a long hot bath!