We had a great morning, but come lunch time Cole hit a wall of exhaustion and absolute crabbiness. You'd think an afternoon nap would help, but it didn't. He woke up crabby and was irritable through dinner. For a change of pace I pulled out the watercolors and the two of us painted this evening...it was absolutely wonderful for three pages of painting, BUT...then he had an accident and proceeded to meltdown all over again.
It took every ounce of patience left in my body to pick up his screaming self and carry him upstairs this evening. Instead of getting worked up and mad, I snuggled him in close and whispered "Mommy loves you..." over and over while he kicked and thrashed and then eventually calmed down, knowing his sweet little soul was in there somewhere it just needed to be coerced out.
I am a feisty person, Jim is a feisty person...it's no wonder our son is a feisty little boy. It will take him far in life, but I'm glad today is over. Today was a test...tomorrow will be better.