To-day, August and Patience drove me absolutely crazy. Actually Paitce (sounds like Paishe, it's what we call her) was much less of a drama queen than usual, and she's sick. I hear her coughing even now. August. . .oh wow! Drama all day. We tried to go to the park, he, Paitce, the two dogs and I. . .he on his scooter. . .We had issues with him crossing the street. I warned him thrice; at the third time I told him we would walk back home to put his scooter there then walk to the park again. Well a minute later, off he goes across a street without waiting for me. So I told him we were going back then. He started crying and yelling standing there on the street. I got him to the corner, then he announced he would proceed to the park sans us girls and canines. I had by then taken his scooter, left it on the sidewalk and tried to reason with him. . .so he took off across the street. That is the worst thing for someone like me to see--the mom gene kicks in really fast! I tied the dogs around a post, told Paitce to wait and not move (I knew she would listen) and took off after August. He hopped over a small wall and was sprinting away from me. My longer legs and rush of maternal adrenaline facilitated a quick catch up. I tried picking him up, but he kept going limp, crying and such. I got him up, carried him over the wall, across the street to Patience and the dogs, with him hysterical. I was able to carry him so he couldn't kick, but being a dead weight and attempting to kick, he was getting heavy. I put him down and made him hold my hand while we walked back, and Paitce got to ride the scooter. He told me "you were right, I need to rest in my room for a while"(!). Of course the dogs took off when I opened the door for them, since they had just got their collars off. We got the dogs and all went inside. I sent him to his room to calm down. Then came the pesky,
"Can I come out now?"
"No, it's only been 15 minutes, you need to rest."
" But why?!?!?" *tears* *yelling*
My point exactly.
Repeat, except maybe change it to "I'm hungry" or "I have to go potty" (I let him do that, because at this point I am not sure if it is just a cop-out or for real)
We also had some after dinner drama. I sent him to his room, and luckily he fell asleep pretty fast. Goes to show he was tired. He fell asleep two hours earlier than usual.
I'm tired!
wow, rough day.
ReplyDeleteI think it's funny how kids seem to think being sent to their rooms is a horrible punishment. I used to think so when I was a kid. Now, it doesn't seem so bad.
i know, seriously, it's just the fact that's it's punishment. but i've always liked to think, so it was like being sent into a thinking chambre until the maternal unit came and disrupted it to ask me what was wrong about what i did, which i had by then forgotten all about because my thoughts had kidnapped my remorse
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