The night before he woke up at 4:30 am and was up until 6. Since we are currently cosleeping with the boys that meant that he, Kenny, Jaylen and I all were woken up during this 90 minute period. So at 7 am when he didn't want to get up I let him sleep, all the way to 7:35 and he has to be at the bus stop at 8:08 so it was a rushed getting ready, which lead to disaster. I counted 3 meltdowns before getting him dressed. He refused breakfast and brushing his teeth was totally forced, then raced out the door to the front gates and he decided that he was done.
He sat on the ground and would not get up. I tried and he grew limp and started to kick and scream. The bus came and our patient bus driver waited 5 minutes while I tried to convince him to get up. He told me that he couldn't physically place him on the bus so he left. We walked home in silence. I was off work and contemplated letting him stay home, however I didn't want him to associate meltdown with staying home with mom. So I got myself ready and the baby, which wasn't an easy task with cranky pants and off to school we went. We got to the parking lot and walked into the school, I felt better about it since he was calm and just as I signed him in he went down on the ground screaming and crying. I had so many emotions that I didn't know what to do, upset, worried, angry, embarrassed. I started to attempt getting him up and the nice lady at the front desk held him and said, "go mom, I got him." It was an awkward escape with the stroller but I got back to the car and allowed myself a few tears not crying just relieved.
I looked at my phone every few hours waiting for a phone call from the school but it didn't happen so I hope that he didn't have a hard time there however I think he might have since his tantrums continued after school.
We went to the local recreation center to sign up Tiffany for tumbling. The center was amazing from pools to rock wall and cooking, I couldn't wait to take a tour. My child however wanted nothing to do with walking around. I couldn't bribe him with chips or chocolate, and when I tried walking around in hopes that he would follow me. It lead him to running and screaming the other direction. I followed behind with the stroller but he was fast, so fast that when a nice lady took his had and brought him to the front desk she couldn't hear me yelling that I'm his mom. I tried hard to get him to say something, anything about what was upsetting him. Instead I was forced to sit on a bench and wait for Tiffany to finish. However he didn't want to walk to the car. I had to hold him while he pulled my hair and hit my back. Once back home Kenny could not get here fast enough. At his arrival I went into the bedroom, it was only 7 but I couldn't find the energy to do it anymore. He brought me dinner in bed and knew from my disheveled look that it was one of those days. The rest of the night was decent, some regular upset about bedtime but no other tantrums. I rewarded myself surviving the day with ice cream and cookies, which I know wasn't the best thing but we were out of wine. (Seriously just kidding)
I'm ready to start today, much better than yesterday and hopefully it will be better everyday. He's my little mystery and I'm going to figure it out, really soon. Today is going to be a great day.
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