I happened again. The battle of the bus. This morning's incident involved Griffin hurling his umbrella onto the (very busy) road, and bolting it back across the road and down our driveway, back towards the house. He was about 100 meters down our 500 meter driveway before he even looked back to see if I was following him. It was pouring rain, to make it a little more fun.
I can't do this any more. I can't fight with him to get on the bus. I can't pick him up, kicking and screaming, carry him onto the bus, plop him in the front seat, pry his hands off me, and leave him on the bus, racked with sobs.
It's breaking my heart.
The thing is, by the time he gets home, he's nothing but smiles, and tales of a good day. By all accounts (both his and the teacher's) he's doing well. I don't think he loves it, (he says he doesn't have any friends) but he comes home happy, and he's obviously learning.
But every time I mention a school day, it's cause for tears. "I don't want to go to school." And just as often, "I want to go back to preschool."
And then the battle of the bus. (Which, by the way, he only does for me. NOT for his Dad.)
I don't know what the issue is. I've tried to talk to him about it, and if there is anything, he can't articulate it.
Maybe I'm the sucker here, who knows.
Either way, I need to figure this out. I dread Mondays and Wednesdays now, just as much as he does. I've stopped wearing Corben in the Ergo when we walk to the bus, because fighting Griffin onto the bus is hard enough, I don't need a 20 lb infant strapped to my chest to complicate the situation.
Anyone else dealt with anything like this? What was your solution?
(I apologize for this post being pretty poorly written, and less than entertaining. This is really taking a toll on me, and I just need a bit of help!)