Ess Oh Effing Ess
As I type this, my almost five-year-old son is in his room kicking and punching his bedroom door and shrieking "MOMMAAYYY" at the top of his lungs.
This after removing every toy from his room. After he has run screaming from me through the house, thrown hard objects down the stairs, audibly slapped his brother, and countless other behaviors that would suggest I haven't taught him one godforsaken lesson about limits.
This has all taken place between 7:00 and 9:30 a.m. on a weekend morning. It took me two hours to shower and get dressed as a result. This is not abnormal.
I don't know what the hell I've done wrong around here, but I don't know how much more of this insanity I can take. It's not even funny anymore.
Suggestions welcome.
This after removing every toy from his room. After he has run screaming from me through the house, thrown hard objects down the stairs, audibly slapped his brother, and countless other behaviors that would suggest I haven't taught him one godforsaken lesson about limits.
This has all taken place between 7:00 and 9:30 a.m. on a weekend morning. It took me two hours to shower and get dressed as a result. This is not abnormal.
I don't know what the hell I've done wrong around here, but I don't know how much more of this insanity I can take. It's not even funny anymore.
Suggestions welcome.
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