That describes Ryley at the moment.
A little ball of anger.
He is tired tired tired.
Something in his body doesn't seem right.
And I don't know what it is.
This morning I wrestled with him for 20 mins. He just didn't want to get dressed.
The look of anger on his face was something I rarely see.
Then when I took him to the bus he was pushing the attendent in the face and trying to pull her glasses off.
(Which is kind of funny, but I promise I didn't giggle...well maybe on the inside).
I have never seen him do that to anybody other than me.
His school concert is tonight and I know he will be nervous. He always gets nervous.
We have a tradition on school concert night where we have fish and chips for tea, then we get an ice-cream on the way home as we look at some christmas lights.
Ryley loves the bit after he has been on stage.
Braeden is beside himself with excitement about the concert tonight.
I hope that some of the anger Ryley is showing me is because he is nervous about tonight and he is tired.
I hope that he has a sleep after school tonight.
I hope that this isn't the start of puberty*. Because god help me if it is.
All I can do is cuddle him, apply some deep pressure and hope we make it through until holidays.
*Kids with WHS are known to start puberty early around the age of 9. Ryley is nearly 10.