I think "N" loves to save up his frustration for coming home. I went to pick him up at school and nothing but great reports. His teacher, Mrs. "S" said he was out on the playground with the aide and that I could go pick him up out there. As soon as I rounded the bend, I saw "N" digging in the dirt. Lovely was my first thought. Drives me nuts that his big obsession is digging in the dirt. He always looks like he came straight from the coal mines. I called over to him and that is when the day deteriorated. He yelled back. No! Of course he doesn't want to come out of his very favorite place.
Long story short he yelled all the way home. Yelled when we got in the house. He didn't eat much of his lunch at school so I sat it on the table for him. He crawled up and ate a little then started yelling again. Finally I just removed myself from the table and went up to the sewing room. Sometimes this is the only way that I can get him to calm down is actually by removing myself.
I am sitting working on a project and getting extremely frustrated because I marked the wrong measurements AGAIN. (My latest habit is marking things wrong so as to cause the utmost frustration in my life.) That is when "N" comes in and asks for Legos. I am busily pinning an identical project to resew rather than ripping out a gazillion stitches. All of a sudden I get a whiff and realized he had peed his pants. Rather than getting up and going to the bathroom while playing with his train set, he just sat on the carpet and peed. Yay!
Later it was time to go get "I" from school. I tell "N" to get shoes on and away we go. I get to school and realize they are having a volunteer meeting so I decided to sit in and listen. Next thing I know "N" is outside and he is back in the dirt. I shuddered. I knew what was about to occur, but instead of breaking from the meeting to attend to it I let it happen. Sigh.... Dirt happens to be my son's FAVORITE place to do his #2.
At this point of the day, I am tired. I am just finally done with the whole day. He just came in and screamed because I wouldn't put his jammies on. It's currently 6pm and he is still covered from head to toe in dirt from the day.
I am off for a glass of wine while I cook dinner. I think I earned that glass today!
Ciao Ciao Brown Cow!
P.S. Just a little back story. This past week he has had more aggressive shutdowns, accidents, screaming. It's back to school time people! ;)
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