this morning #2012.

this morning, it was one battle after another with this child. grouchy gus fussing about all sorts of stuff from the second that he got up. short fuse where it’s least expected. “why are the walls in my bedroom blue?” “that’s your favorite color, hon.” evidently not anymore. not today at least. now he likes green. i discerned this through the tangled, angry language of a major meltdown. shouting & stomping around until he wore himself out. i sat back & let him get it out of his system. by the time he was finished, it was almost time for us to leave. we got through putting on his shoes but hit a new snag when he couldn’t locate his race car. we looked. walked a tightrope until he was certain that it was lost forever. lost his mind again.