Today is one of those days when the Little Tyrant wakes up in a foul mood & stays that way AAALLLLLLL day. Not an awesome way to spend the day. He's been bossy, whiny, screechy, screamy, & downright just rude.
We've been working on manners lately & apparently he has fallen under the impression that if he says "Please," he is entitled to whatever it is that he's begging for. So when I still tell him no, he cannot have a fifth peanut butter sandwich (after 2 bowls of oatmeal & some yogurt), he grabs me & tries to drag me over to the pantry, begging, "Come on, Mama, I get you buttah (peanut) buttah sandwich." I do not like being dragged around by a bossy 2-year-old & pulled my arm away & said firmly, "No. No more food until snack time. It is NOT snack time. Now get out of the pantry, please." (Our house shifted this summer & our pantry door hasn't shut ever since, which means he is constantly in there because his favorite thing in the whole world is food.)
At which point, my son turned into a fire-breathing little monster, somewhat akin to this:
I don't know how many other fellow LOTR geeks there are reading this, but seriously, I felt like itty-bitty-little Gandalf saying, "You shall not pass!" & then proceeding to get my eyebrows & eyelashes burned off by this hulking evil Balrog screaming in my face. The Little Tyrant's rage is awe-inspiring to behold in the sense that it never ceases to amaze me just how infuriated he will get over something so simple as the word, "No."
Yeah, it's totally not going to be an awesome, easy day with him. But that's okay. Because you know what? Breakfast & lunch are made, dishes are done, laundry is in progress, dinner is defrosting, I've got some music on to drown out the screeching, & the coffeemaker is even already fixed up for tomorrow morning. So I'm ahead of myself, chores-wise. And the Meat Man will be home soon from his fishing trip that I signed off on (even though I knew it'd mean a few more hours alone with this little demon child over here) & he is always happy & relaxed when he gets back from fishing, so I will feel totally unguilty passing off the little fireball to him.
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