Evel is just one long tantrum away from bedtime. It’s one of those days were every little thing offends him and must be reacted to in glorious screaming, flailing fashion. It isn’t so much a question of picking your battles on a day like this, it’s picking which wars you’d like to send resources in to. It’s calling up NATO and the UN for back up in regards to his war crimes. He is frequently moody and challenging….but most days I have until the witching hour before he gets brutal. He seemed to have turned in to Attila The Hun at some point after Super Why. Nothing is swaying his bad mood.
Spiral Down to Bedtime…and it’s only 1pm
As I type he is screaming with spit flying over a 20 piece puzzle he has done a bazillion times before. Pouty has been hit in the head with a high heel dress up shoe. I have worked my biceps to get him to, and keep him in, several time outs. These are just the highlights. It’s been a long day.
I can try and come up with a bunch of reasons as to why is in full fledged “Thug Mode”…but I think I am just going to have to put it down to it’s “one of THOSE days.” This post is an effort to not loose it with him. It is hard not to feel like a bad parent when I am ready to out-source my parenting. I had no illusions that being a Mom was easy, but I did not foresee a 3 year old making or breaking the flow of a day (an hour, a minute) so dramatically. Going out any where today would just set us all up for a massive FAIL.
Days like this show why I actually do try to keep alcohol out of the house. If there was any to be found I would be writing this drunk.