Guilty Conscience
I'm mostly just writing to get it off my chest.
Last night we went to a D&D game and brought Xander with us. He just can't stay home by himself the entire time we're gone. 12 hours is a bit much for the poor kid.
Unfortunately, the game was held in our friends' 3rd floor apt and he's petrified of stairs. We had to literally push/pull him up the stairs and then back down after the game. The yowling and crying just went through my heart, down my spine and settled as a sick feeling in my stomach. I don't know what to do. He's got to learn to do stairs, up and down, but I don't want to traumatize him so he never goes near them again.
I've tried treats, cheese, roast beef, toys, bully sticks ... nothing works.
I'm okay, I don't need any sympathy, it's just me trying to stop thinking about it so I can work productively today.
Last night we went to a D&D game and brought Xander with us. He just can't stay home by himself the entire time we're gone. 12 hours is a bit much for the poor kid.
Unfortunately, the game was held in our friends' 3rd floor apt and he's petrified of stairs. We had to literally push/pull him up the stairs and then back down after the game. The yowling and crying just went through my heart, down my spine and settled as a sick feeling in my stomach. I don't know what to do. He's got to learn to do stairs, up and down, but I don't want to traumatize him so he never goes near them again.
I've tried treats, cheese, roast beef, toys, bully sticks ... nothing works.
I'm okay, I don't need any sympathy, it's just me trying to stop thinking about it so I can work productively today.