This is the same sweet smiling face who lied to me for the first time last night. I walked away from the dinner table to wash a couple of dishes and when I came back his mini-hamburger was gone. I asked if he ate it, he said yes.
I later found it under the table.
I picked it up, dusted it off, and told him there is no lying and he was to eat it or there would be no tv before bed.
He screamed, cried, stomped his feet, and spit at me.
So I put him in the corner where he screamed, cried, banged and pounded some more. After time was up, he came out, sat at the table, ranted and raved, so I put him to bed. Where he screamed, cried, pounded his feet, and spit at me some more.
After he got out of bed – twice, I put him back in the corner. He then professed his love for me, said I’m the best mom in the world, yelled about his neck/back/throat hurting, and insisted he was still hungry, that his tummy was grumbling (not true since he also ate corn, a banana, and a breakfast bar with “dinner”).
Next, he escaped out of the corner screeching at me the whole time that he would not go back. I went over and ordered him back to the corner. It was then that he broke my heart with an ear piercing scream and look of terror. I gulped, sighed, and picked him up and put him back in the corner.
At this point he was acting like was a hardened criminal that swore he’d never go back and there I was dragging him through the front door of the clink.
He did eventually go to bed, but only after asking for, “My Daddy and my doggie.” I told him Daddy was at work, but that he would be here in the morning.
He repeated that he wanted his Daddy and his doggie. I asked which doggie, hoping with all my heart that he meant a stuffed animal, but nope. He wanted Avery. Now, tears filled my eyes and I couldn’t answer for a minute. In that moment of silence, he started repeating over and over, while sobbing, that “Avery was died.” I eventually pulled myself together enough to tell him that while yes it was true, maybe he could try dreaming about Avery. He agreed and seemed to settle down a bit. I gave him a hug and kiss, told him I loved him and said goodnight.
He eventually fell aslep and I recuperated the rest of the evening on the couch, savoring every minute of his sweet snore tangled with ragged breath flowing through the monitor.
How could such a happy face make me so crazy sometimes? And all over a stupid mini-hamburger?
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Aww, I’ve been there. And it is a truly heartbreaking place to be, but you held your ground so good job.
Sweet face to resist caving to, but you did what was right, awesome job Mama! Happy WW!
It’s just one of those days, Tesa. Chalk it up to experience :)
Oy. We’ve ALL been there. It is HARD. I think you handled it all really REALLY well. On this day, you totally ROCKED motherhood. :)
Ugh. I remember the first time my sweet little girl pulled this kind of behavior on me. I HATE disciplining. It is my least favorite part of parenting thus far.
Spit at you? If my boy ever does that, he’ll likely get slapped across the face. Not necessarily because I mean it or think he deserves it, but out of a reflex action.
He SPIT at you! How much restraint did you have to show at that moment??? Hang in there…it’s so hard, but consistency is the key. The dog thing made me cry…now my makeup is ruined…thanks a lot! j/k
It sounds like you held it together really well! This (especially with the spitting) would not have been my finest hour, that’s for sure. Good work!
Wow I think you did a good job and sticking to your word. I really hate the disipline part of parenting. I just yelled at my husband this past weekend because he babies Bailey so much. I was like your going to make her a sissy and she is going to get away with everything from you. haha
You did good! Raising kiddos is by far the hardest job on the planet. He is such a cutie :0)
What an adorable picture! I can’t even imagine that this little “angel” would lie to you. (gasp) But as a mom of 2 teens, been there – done that.
Nah, all of that couldn’t have come from such a sweet little boy! :) Trust me, ALL kids lie. Some parents don’t want to believe it but even the cream of the crop do it.
I think kid were put on this earth to test our sanity!
He looks so sweat. It is good though that you didn’t back down too much, maybe he learned a lesson from it.
Happy WW :)
Oh, sweetie, he pulled out ALL the stops, didn’t he? I feel your pain! My 4 and 5 year old boys are master manipulators, when they’re in trouble. I just try to remind myself to be consistent, that I AM THE GROWN-UP, and say “This, too, shall pass” over and over and over again in my head. Then, I have a glass of wine…Cheers!
Good job sticking to your guns and not giving in! I have a 1 yr old and a 3 yr old and know how hard it can be to follow through with what you say.