Sunday pretty crappy Sunday

The boy.  Oh the boy.

Today was a doozy.  We woke up LATE- 10AM.  Blame it on the midnight Guitar Hero with the kids if you'd like.  That's MY story anyways.

The girl had cleaned the entire house.  She had a 102 fever all day on Saturday, but she felt better nad cleaned the ENTIRE. HOUSE.

The boy had a friend spend the night last night.  We woke up to them arguing over what to play.  Within 5 minutes of waking up, we had the Boy Child telling his friend "You came over here to interact with other people, not just play with one toy!"

He has a pogo stick. He cherishes the pogo stick.  It's like... the blue skinny jeans that he wants to wear every day.  He is obsessed.  And he doesn't want anyone else to use it.  Even if he had 2 broken legs and couldn't pogo, he'd refuse to let anyone else use it.

So- it got worked out, then yada yada... The girl's friend came over and asked to use the Boy Child's bike.  He said, of course, "No", even though he and his friend were inside playing Legos.

I kinda lost it. I was really really pissed after struggling with him for about 3 hours and I went too far.

So Momma Bear stepped in and helped by talking to him rationally, etc.

What I need to do is recognize when he's in this --head-- he gets into, and prepare myself better to deal with him. Rationally.

SO- I had to go to work.  Of course as I left, I was a mix of pissed off at him and myself.  However, as I drove the calm overtook me and I was able to think more carefully about the entire situation.  I also was listening to In The Rabbit Hole podcast's episode about homeschooling, so it helped me think about how to give more to the children than I do now.

It was uplifting.  When I got home (it was only like 3 hours) I was better able to  deal with the boy child who was still in his funk.

Tomorrow is another day, and I know that I can do better for him.

Chore Chart update: The girl has finished her first Punch Card for cash.  The boy despises the chore chart.

Trash Can update: Still have to remind him to bring the can IN after school, and take the trash out every day. This week, he proposed that because there was only one bag in the recycle bin, he didn't need to take it to the curb.  Sounded rational to me.