There were more tears today. His stomach hurt, his head itched, I am going to the dr today for some meds for my own head, so he thought he might want to get in on that. We talked to him about the fact that it is against the rules not to go to school. He is a big rule follower. One time we were having a great time pushing him on a luggage cart when he caught sight of the little sign that said not to, you know the one where there is a picture of someone riding it with a big red line through it? Yeah, he hopped right off. He was not going to break the rules. He asked if it was against the rules for him to go and then come home after lunch (at 11:00). Little negotiator.
He actually said this morning that he wished he was a baby. Oh lordy! I didn't know it could come to that!! We talk all the time about how I love that he is a big kid so he can play with me and help me cook (he loves that!). He can talk and tell me what's wrong with him. He can play outside. I pointed out that the babies had to come home from Great Wolf Lodge and he got to stay and have fun. The list goes on and on. He asked me once if I missed him being a baby, but I said that I loved him when he was a baby but I was sure glad he was a big kid now, for all the above reasons.
I need advice ya'll. I know he has to go. He knows he has to go. But it is so hard for both of us. I hate that he is hurting and he hates to be away from me and the babies. What can I do to make it better for him? Seriously, I need your help. Ideas!! Advice!! Help!!