Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Tonight there was crying, screaming and downright close to vomiting over a 5 cent piece size of roasted zucchini.
Popps was not going to try it.
I was not giving in.
She threw it across the table, smashed it up, let it go cold and damn right refused to try it.
It went on way too long.
It eventually went in her mouth and then the bin and she begged to go to sleep.
She was still crying as she prepared for bed, nearly vomiting as she cleaned her teeth.
By 7.30, she who never sleeps was exhausted and asleep, but not before needing to talk about her latest love - school choir, and the stress of trying to eat lunch and get to the toilet before the choir teacher told her off for being late. And what happens if she forgets the words at assembly on Monday. Or the ordeal of having to sit with a kid in sick bay who fell off the monkey bars. She was worried about what would happen if I couldn't get a car park in time and was not there to pick her up one day. Lastly all those w h spelling words were swirling in her head giving her a headache and she couldn't talk anymore
She worries too much.
I have announced tomorrow Mental Health Day for Popps.
She doesn't know it yet, and I am not even sure how she will take it. She may be excited, she may be stressed that it is against the rules.
Either way, she is getting the chance to recharge and learning that sometimes you need to look after yourself. You also need to eat your greens.
Do you give your kids a day to rest every now and then?