Its not even 9am, and already we've had two major meltdowns. Help me, God.
Meltdown #1 was because I made Caden get dressed (
"why are you always forcing me to do things?"). I'm not just saying he was displeased. He was angry and wailing
("This is a horrible day!"). I spanked him when he refused to get dressed, and left him alone, while I lost it in my bathroom. Then I came back to explain that God put me in charge and am allowed to "force" him to do things.
Meltdown #2 I poured milk on his cereal and he wanted it dry. He spent most of breakfast wailing in the living room about this. When he finally calmed down, I told him how he was making what could be a really fun day into a difficult day. He sincerely apologized, and ate calmly.
How long will you stay, oh my sweet and lovable Jekyll?