He is an anxious mess over kindergarten but showing it in weird ways. He is going to the bathroom all the time again. He is biting and picking his nails. He is having nightmares or just very restless nights. He is tired by the end of the day and sometimes just sobs and can't control himself. He screams. He punches walls. He throws toys. He even peed in his bed at night.
I feel badly for him. We try to keep it light and loving at home. I never rush him out of the house in the morning. I don't yell in the morning or stress if we are running late. (I'm proud of this because it's soooo tempting sometimes). I try to have bedtime be fun and loving. Lots of books, cuddles. Lots of time to wind down together. This is where having three kids is hard: I'd love to rock Andrew and Ryan each in the glider for a few minutes. Give them each their own time to chat or sing songs before bed. But it's Emma's fussy time so 90% of the time I am holding her. And bear hugs on half a lap and only one arm is just NOT the same. So when Bill is here I take advantage to do our gliding then.
Anyway, I hope Andrew's stress level goes down. I hope he becomes happier. He CAN play happily and for most of the day you think it is fine. But when I look at all his symptoms, he clearly has a lot he is processing.
My poor little guy. We love you!
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