Despite two excruciating and rather humiliating (shirt off/mummy tummy) visits to the physio this week the neck is still not fabulous.
The physio yesterday said that the muscles were being very resistant to relaxing and stopping their pesky spasming. Bastard muscles.
I can turn my head today though so I am taking that as a sign that things are on the up and up. This is good as the doctor does not want to begin blood tests and things until my neck is better. The sooner we can get the ball rolling on that the better.
On the upside, my bowels had completely ceased to function due to the side-effects of the pain killers, which have been a necessity all week this week. You know what fixes that?? A LARGE portion of dried apricots. LARGE. Thank goodness for that.
It is good that the clog is being sorted. It is good. You see I am having inner turmoil of another sort. Pudding begins kindy on Monday. Monday afternoon, 12:30.
I am beginning to freak out completely. I am not sure that he will cope. He was all for the new dinosaur backpack, drink bottle and lunchbox we bought him today but I’m not convinced actually leaving him at kindy is going to fly. Rhubarb and Poss were both fine when they started kindy. They both turned their backs on me and walked away with barely a backwards glance. The thing is, they had both been in childcare. Rhubarb only occasionally and Poss every week while I was at Uni.
Pudding has never really been away from us. There has been no need for him to be. I am now terrified that Pudding will be that kid. The kid lying on the floor holding onto the leg of my jeans screaming “Muuuuuuuummmmmyyyyyy!!!”.
He can be a bit of an anxious kid. Despite the fact that he LOVES swimming lessons he asks us each morning, as soon as he wakes, if today is swimming day. Not in a lookingforardsoexcited kind of way but more of a tremblyvoicedfearfulandanxious way. He is just a touch obsessive and gets panicy. He even freaks out most weeks if he knows we are driving to swimming. Screaming hysterics kind of freaking out. We’ve taken to lying. We tell him we are going to the shops right up until we step on the ramp that leads to the pool door. At that point he happily goes in (pretty much) and has a fantastic time swimming his little heart out. I do not relish the idea of having to create a new little ritual of lies each time I have to get him ready for kindy.
It is made worse by the fact that I am going through one of my little phases of insomnia. I lie awake running through the traumatic kindy drop off in my mind. In my sleep-starved imaginings it will be awful. I can only hope there are some kick-arse activities to distract him that first day.
I am looking forward to it. For him it will be fantastic. He is ready, he really is. He is ready to broaden his circle of friends and to try new things and to learn and grow. He is ready for the things that kindy can give him. I know this. I am also looking forward to some time alone with Grub, she needs this as well. It will be wonderful to be able to devote some jealousy-free time to her.
It’s going to be wonderful in the long run………..
But if someone could just do Monday for me, I’d really appreciate it.