is testing me in a BIG way. Part of it is just his personality, part of it is being too old for some stuff and too little for others, part of it is my lack of patience with him, and the rest I'm just not sure! This morning he got up very easily (compared to most mornings) he asked for cream of wheat so I got up and cooked. He got dressed and ate without an argument. Thats about as far as we got. When it came time to brush his teeth, he was too busy coloring. When it was time to put on his socks and shoes, he rummaged through the closet to find a jacket then went outside barefoot to ride his bicycle! By this point we were late so I hurried him in and got the shoe (& boot) on, then off to school. Minus the backpack, snack and class shirt for the trip to the PAC:) His punishment, not getting to watch the movie in the car. Terrible. Mean. Stinky mom. We had the whole discussion about who made the choice to go outside and deliberately disobey & that an attitude would not be tolerated. I repeatedly told him I loved him and tried to find interesting things to look at on the way. Nope, nothing. It was all "ugly". When he was getting out of the car I asked him if I could have a kiss. Reluctantly he leaned over and I got a very small peck on the cheek. I said "have a great day. Love you" To which he says, "you have a good day too. Keep doing what you're good at" and even though I knew better, I said, "whats that"? "BEING MEAN"! and he slammed the car door.
Dear Lord, give me the strength