I thought spitting was bad. Now I have a tackling, throwing, scratching little monster. Ok, BIG monster. #1 Son has learned how to tackle his brother to the ground and lay on him. If that doesn’t work, he grabs the back of his shirt and throws him to the ground and then lays on him. And if Mom comes over, scratching her purposely on the arm is the next best thing to make her get boiling mad if the other two items didn’t work. I am truly amazed at myself for not taking #1 Son and throwing him outside and locking the door or beating his butt until it was red as a lobster. How I remained calm, must be a mother hormone thing. It had to have kicked in about the time I looked at my arm, because I was definitely on the edge of total anger.
No one warned me about this part. Did any of you act like terrors as children but grow up to be ‘reasonable’ adults? What did your parents do to you? I’m hinting that I need help!