Do you see this face?
This is MY baby. My son. My life.
And his school is f***ing up everything.
It’s dawned on me in the last two weeks that my child has changed. At first, I thought, wow, he is growing up, he is maturing so fast in his new class. Wow. I should stop worrying so much.
Yesterday morning, Pookah told me he had to potty. Yay! I thought in my head!
We got there, the boy is HOLDING his penis in his hands( might be TMI for some of you but bear with me) and won’t go.
I mean he cried, he screamed, he shook his head back and forth, refusing to step up to the toliet and pee.
I was confused. He obviously had to go, but wouldn’t.
I pushed it off and just put a pull up on and dressed him.
I did notice that he asked
“we go to school?”
“Yes, we’re going to see Sister P.”
He was quiet.
He ate breakfast, seemed to cheer up.
We walked in hand and hand, he gave me a kiss and then we entered the classroom.
Sister P asks if Pookah had gone to the bathroom this morning. No, we tried, but he didn’t go, I explained.
She tells him to go to the bathroom.
He BURSTS out into hysterical tears.
There my friends, lies my problem.
I think that now that SHE has put so much empasis on it, he doesn’t want to go!
What am I going to do?????
I had noticed his aversion to going to the potty in the last few days, but I had been ignoring it. But something is wrong.
I don’t know what to do. *cries silent tears*