.::still blinking::.

After the fiasco yesterday at church which entailed several time outs, his nursery teachers coming to find me to let me know he was hitting and stealing toys and she would not let him back in class unless he could be nice, and just plain screaming fits; who would have thought that I would already be tired of him at 9:00 this morning.

That’s right my angel child is driving me nuts. It is going to be a glorious day, I can feel it.

For breakfast he wanted a bowl of oatmeal. But not really. A bowl of yogurt. But not really. A small bowl of cheerios (I was starting to catch on and just gave him a little). But not really. An apple. But not really. After I finished my breakfast and proceeded to dispose of his, I let him know that he is not getting any food until lunch. All he can have is water. Because that is semi-free and I don’t really have a problem throwing glasses of that away. I guess what he really wanted was to see me throw food away, he wanted breakfast and a show, with out the breakfast.

And now he is sitting behind me hitting me with his vacuum and telling me I need to go exercise. Go get me a switch boy, I need to exercise my right to beat you.