So it's still a bit weird to me, but kids change and I suppose I need to adjust. More. We've had this happen a multitude of times now. Sometimes we're able to avert it somehow, but tonight was not one of those nights. We went out to a church event, a pinewood derby dinner and race. It was a nice time. Moose painted a car. (It was completely uncarved, just painted. So it was a really nicely painted rectangle with wheels.) The race was nice. The kids had dinner at home since it started at 6:30. (Practically their bedtime.) The whole thing went great. That is, until it was time to go home.
We've since learned to warn Moose about leaving time, so it's not a great shock. We'll give him 5 minutes, a 3 minute warning, 2 minutes, etc. The entire thing lasts for like 10-20 minutes. But we warn him and adjust him to the idea of leaving anyway. But like tonight, I told him, "It's time to get ready to go." the kid breaks down in tears.
He's inconsolable, and very, very loud.
It's been such a problem. He's so emotional, and he hasn't always been this way, so I suppose I need to learn new ways to deal with it. He gets so darn excited about having other kids to run around with that when it's time to leave, he loses his mind. You'd think we socially starve the kid.
Anyway, we eventually get him calmed down in the hallway, away from everyone. We've tried multiple tactics for avoiding the freak-out, as well as for dealing with it. Some days are easier than others, and some days I have more patience, or on days like today, my hubs does. Anyway, it's such an ordeal. Ugh.
I'm sure we'll learn how to handle his needs someday. Until then, when at first you don't succeed to stop your kid from freaking out, try, try again.
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