So I am up to my eyeballs in work today and the kids have been driving me BONKERS. It’s like they know when I’m stressed and just want to see what it’ll take to make me snap. Well, today it took Calvin smacking his sister on the back with a toy. I told him I was throwing his toy away because obviously, he was using if for evil and not good. He can no longer be trusted with said toy.
Well he had an absolute hissy fit. Stormed up to his room crying, screaming, stomping and wailing like a total Nancy. He was up there for a good 30-40 minutes frothing away. After a while he quietly tip-toes downstairs to deliver me a note written on his MagnaDoodle. I guess I'm just so glad he is expressing himself - it should cut down on the therapy bills later. Right?
