Sparrow has had a death wish the last couple of weeks. He's pushing and pushing and pushing and testing his limits and boundaries as hard as he can. It has not gone well for either of us.
I mean, it's been constant. The screaming, the whining, crying, hitting, throwing things, disobeying in a defiant snotty little way. Ooh that is what gets me the most - "Sparrow, we don't throw our toys. Please pick it up." He smiles and backs away, watching me.
Yesterday all the way to the library we repeated the Library Rule together: The rule in the library is quiet in the library! No screaming, no yelling, no throwing. The rule in the library is quiet in the library..." Of course two seconds after we get into the library he starts to scream and throw things. We checked out as fast as possible and he didn't get the train book he had thrown across the room. And that night he looked at me and said "The rule in the library is quiet in the library."
He also constantly repeats "no screaming, no yelling, makes Mommy sad."
After a meltdown in the store today, I am seriously considering never leaving the house again. I am so sick of parenting. This has been going on for two weeks and I am ready to give up and move to Alaska. Or put him in a box and mail HIM there.