45 Minutes!

Being a parent is rewarding sometimes and difficult other times. 

Sometimes the difficult times I just want to hide. It's like I'm thinking at that moment, "That's not my kid. That's an overly emotional kid that isn't mine right now." Reality sinks back in and I say to myself,  "They are mine."

Last night Isaak cried hard for 45 minutes. Why? Because I opened a snack bar wrapper for him. Yep 45 minutes of sobbing over a wrapper. REALLY!

Mica pulled tantrums, but I don't remember experiencing anything like this. Usually it was over a toy I wouldn't buy him. Not a wrapper. 

Of course this tantrum was while I was driving. I pulled over twice. I said, "Do we need to get out of the car and go for a walk?" He'd stop crying and say, "No!"

Then the crying would pick back up. We were on a busy street by that point. I tried my best to stay calm, so I wouldn't get in an accident. I turned music on to SORT of drown him out.

He continued to cry when we got home so much so that he couldn't breathe. He was coughing like he was going to throw up.

He was acting really ridiculous. 

I did apologize once for opening up his wrapper in the beginning when he showed his first tears. After that I showed no sympathy. 

He had a time-out.

He came out  of the time-out chair and said, "I'm sorry" and ate. Just like that, his cry switch got turned off.

Then I got out peanuts to make our own peanut butter. He told me that he wants to make peanut butter for a job when he grows up! :)

I put him to bed early at 7:30!

Tonight was better. But not perfect. Maybe something is in the air. The switch of seasons is making me tired to.

We were going to head over to the Y for Family Fitness; after a quick trip to the grocery store.  The boys wouldn't stop chasing each other and giggling. I went straight home. They went to bed at 6:45. They didn't even argue. They just went right to bed. I didn't hear, "Mom why won't you take us to the Y?" I did hear them say to Daddy, "We messed up and can't go to the Y."