Gee, what a fun time we’ve had this morning! #majorsarcasm
My youngest is starting his footy season this weekend….well he’s supposed to be!
He has attended training for the last few weeks and been quite looking forward to the start of football.
This is a sport that he’s played for the last 2 years, and even had the opportunity to play at Suncorp Stadium for half time entertainment. Picture a group of gorgeous under 7’s running around a HUGE stadium.
What a great adventure for the team!
So Master J has new footy boots and socks, and yesterday we went to purchase new footy shorts.
As Murphy’s Law would have it, the delivery of shorts hadn’t arrived, so the plan was just to wear his black school shorts instead.
With the first game on this weekend, I explained to Master J that he probably wouldn’t be the only kid there without the correct shorts.
“No problem” I thought.
Now I don’t know if this was playing on his mind overnight or what, but this morning footy is a no go.
I talked, reasoned and discussed till I was blue in the face, bringing up team work, commitment, costs already paid to play, but he’s adamant.
HE WON’T PLAY.
To quote this stubborn, headstrong 8 year old….
” I didn’t even want to play football”
“Everyone else will have the right shorts”
“I haven’t been signed up”
It was all I could do to get him dressed in normal casual clothes and in the car to drive to the footy fields.
We’re parked at the grounds, and I’m “reasoning” with Master J but getting nowhere fast. I am so frustrated and about to loose my shit.
Short of dragging him out of the car kicking and screaming, WHAT CAN I DO?
Needless to say we eventually drove away, me angry and pissed off, and him in tears.
Why are kids so hard sometimes?