
Wednesday was a rough day with the boys that I nanny for. I was anxious at the beginning of the week because it was school vacation…Monday and Tuesday went well but then Wednesday….(cue scary music).
George was in a horrible mood and was just so unkind…and unexplainably angry.
I walked into him behaving this way. It was nothing that I could have done but yet… I took it personally.
I got very sad on the inside…I wanted to leave and go home. I didn’t want to deal with it.
The parents work from home…but they were working and were unable to help. They shut the doors to their bedrooms and gave George his ipad so he would be quiet.
Clay and I did the best we could to distract ourselves…we played hockey in the garage…connect four…but it was just this pit in my stomach that wouldn’t go away.
I started to get angry with George for his behavior.
And then…I was angry with myself.
I must see things in George that I am afraid of for myself.
He loves to be in control…and so do I. He loves to be the boss…and I guess I do too.
He is under a tremendous amount of pressure for his age. He is 7 and the family has sincere hopes and dreams for him to make it to the NHL.
His outlet is hockey but it’s also his stressor. His outlet is smushing Clay down and anyone he can pronounce he is better than…including me.
He eventually got out the mood…but it felt like hell on earth for me.
I had a bad day…they are not all like this…but when they are…I want to hide away.