playgroupsarenoplaceforchildren

So yesterday wasn’t the greatest day recorded in history for me. I can attribute much of the craptastic events to the fact the my son quite possibly may be possessed by evil demons. He’s always been a handful, but very recently has become somewhat of a two-headed, red faced, scepter carrying child.

It started out as a regular day. Nothing out of the ordinary, the regular “how dare you remove my diaper vile woman” act and “what? you expect me to NOT put banana in my hair, I’ll show you (mwa ha ha)” at breakfast. Upon arrival at the library for storytime, the demon first appeared. And by the way, the library is so not the place for a yelling, red-faced demon to make an appearance. He DID NOT WANT THE TEACHER TO SING TWINKLE, TWINKLE LITTLE STAR. I had no idea he felt so strongly about her singing. The poor woman is way off key, but really, it’s a short song, deal with it! This was soon followed by “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’D READ MOO, BAA, LA LA LA.” Now, I do know that Carson hates this story, why, I haven’t the foggiest. This was a bad choice for today, as he squalled like a banshee throughout the story.

After storytime, the children are encouraged to explore the books while we parents chit chat amongst ourselves. There is one parent that loves to brag about the obvious genius tendencies her daughter displays (isn’t there always one in the bunch, grrr). She lets me know that her daughter has never shown any type of misbehavior and certainly not in a social situation. She went on the insinuate that it’s because of her daughter’s intellectual superiority to my son’s. Oh no she didn’t. It was all I could do not to claw her eyeballs out and to not burst out crying (I’m not sure what would have been worse).

Moving right along into the rest of the day brought more demon-like behavior from my beloved Carson. He wanted to watch Elmo, but unfortunately our On Demand wasn’t working, so this wasn’t an option. Well watch the f*ck out because this was SO NOT WHAT HE WANTED TO HEAR SO I’M GOING TO SMACK YOU IN THE FACE. Each time he was redirected the rest of the day, I ended up with a smack and he ended up in time out.

Ironically (I don’t even know if I’m using that word in the correct context, but what the hell, cut me some slack, I had a shitty day), I’m reading a book about discipline. It’s called “1-2-3 Magic” and I’m part of a blog-a-thon of this book. I’ll do the review next week. So far, however, it did help me realize that my reaction to his hitting was what was perpetuating the hitting.

Today had better be an improvement over yesterday. I really need to take him in for his 15 months shot round and so help me, I’ll take him TODAY if he’s not good. Just try me.