Today has been a particularly bad day... D woke up in an extremely foul mood. I have no idea why. He got to sleep at a reasonable hour last night and went to bed without much fuss. But this morning he woke up and immediately began whining, fussing, and just generally being a brat. It did not get better. I took him to work with me, and he spent the first 3 hours doing everything that he could think of to get into trouble. He whined, he screamed, he disobeyed and told me "no" whenever I told him do something (like be quiet...). He was a terror!!! As a consequence, he spent quite a while in "time out"-- of course wailing the entire time! I as livid!!! Fortunately the staff at the hospital is understanding. At least I hope they are-- I may be getting a "pink slip" soon if they aren't... He began acting better in the afternoon, but that was short lived. As soon as I picked up the girls, the attitude began again. I know he is bored and tired of going to work with me. Believe me, I am tired of him coming as well. I am SO ready for him to start school. I just simply can't afford the extra daycare right now. So he will have to remain with me until the end of the month. The last week of July, I plan to start him in "Summer Camp" with Big A. I dropped him off for the on Monday, and they said he did fine. If I could afford to spend an extra $155.00 a week, he would be there already... I think we have bonded plenty--we need a break from each other.
I think he is testing me. He is trying to see how much he can get away with. Maybe he is trying to see if I will get fed up and send him back. Who knows what goes through his little mind... But too bad he is stuck with me , and I am as stubborn as he is. I will win. Honestly, tonight I feel like a truck hit me today... It is the screaming and chaos that is getting to me. Normally (with the exception of today), D behaves fairly well when he is without the girls. But when they all get together, there is chaos. Little A and D constantly fight and scream and run around the house. Then Big A starts chiming in or aggravating the others-- then all hell breaks loose. As a result, I lose my temper, yell at the kids, and get a head ache... I am tired of it. Tonight I sat them all down at the dinner table and told them tat this kind of behavior is unacceptable... From now on, instead of yelling at them, I am just going to send them to bed. We'll see how it works. Frankly, I feel like I am at my wits end. Maybe I should call Nanny 911... :)
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