Mr. Crabby Patti

OMG!!! This morning got off to a great start, then took a nose dive. I woke Logan up pretty easily. I didn't go to the store last night for Logan's favorite cereal and we were out of eggs so I couldn't make pancakes, soooo, I went with the back up plan. DONUTS!!! Today ends 6 weeks of school and in that 6 weeks, we have gone to get donuts 3 times, so as you can see...this is a special treat, not something we do often. Anywho, Logan asked for 3 chocolate donuts, Landry wanted 3 pink donuts. Great. We get in the car to eat. Logan eats two, and I tell him he has to eat the last one on the way to school. I hand him the third donut. And this is how it goes down hill...

Logan: I already ate three.

Me: No, you had two, this is number three.

Logan: No! I had the first, second, and third. This is the fourth.
He is getting really irritated at this point, and I am thinking "why am I fighting with him over how many donuts he has?"

Me: Okay, well, if you don't want it, you don't have to eat it.

Logan: I told you I wanted three. WHY did you get me four.

Me: Logan! I did buy you three, but it doesn't matter. If you don't want to eat that one, then give it back to me and I can throw it away. This is NOT a big deal.

Logan: I want it. Again, he is very irritated.

"Ughhh, so if he wants it...why are we having this arguement??"

Logan: I am NEVER going to the donut store with you again!

This is yelled at me in his pouty, irate voice. It's not that he's yelling really, its just the inflection in his voice.

Me: (Gasp) You're right. You wont be going to the donut store anymore, because I wont be taking you. "You ungrateful little brat" (I add in my mind..but not outloud). You should be saying THANK YOU, MOMMY for being nice enough to take me to the donut store instead of whining about how many donuts you got. So, that is fine with me...I wont be taking you to get donuts again.

Logan: FINE! I'll get my Daddy to take me!

Fire is starting to rise in my belly! "Who does he think he is? And where the hell does he get off talking to me like this?? Sara, stay calm...he is about to go to school - the last thing he needs is for you to drop him off crying." Oh, how I hate internal struggles!

Me: Logan, I think you need to be quiet. You are making me really mad, and you dont get to talk to me that way.

Logan: Well, you're making me mad and you aren't listening to me.

Me: Logan, I am listening to you. You are upset because you think I got you four donuts instead of three. I already told you, if you don't want the last donut, you don't have to eat it.

Logan: I don't want it.

Me: Okay, give it to me.

He gives me the donut.

Logan: I don't like you anymore. My daddy will take me to the donut store and get me my donuts. And he will get me only 3.

ME: LOGAN! Don't you dare talk to me that way. You do it again, and I swear I will spank your butt so hard, you wont be able to sit down. Do you hear me? If you EVER talk to ANYONE like that, I will ware your butt out! "Oh god, I sound just like my dad!" Deep Breath.. You need to drop it, and take a deep breath before you get into more trouble.

Logan: You can't spank me, I'm sitting down!

Holy Shit! What is this kids problem? Talk about back talking...Satan has taken over my child! This has gone on long enough! So, since I am driving, I do the only thing I can. I reach back to smack him on the leg...obviously..this is a difficult task when it comes to accuracy, and I barely graze his leg...especially since the little fart moved! Ughhhh! Have I mentioned that I am steaming mad at this point???

Logan: That didn't hurt!

Oh My God! I'm going to freaking kill him! What a little shit head. "Breathe. Take a deap breath. Don't give in, don't make it worse." By this point we are in the drop off line at school. In 3 minutes (tops) he will getting out of the truck.

Me: Logan! That is enough. I know that you are upset, but you don't get to talk to me like that, EVER. Do you understand me?

Logan: YES!

ME: Yes, what?

Logan: Yes, ma'am.

Me: Good. Now I want you to say you're sorry for talking to me like that, and then say thank you for taking you to the donut shop.

Logan: Sorry, for talking you like that.

ME: AND?

Logan: Thank you for taking me to the donut store.


Me: Good. Now, you don't talk to anyone like that. Not me, not your daddy, not your teacher...and not your friends. You need to be nice and be kind, do you understand?

Logan: Yes, ma'am. This is still being said with a dramatic sigh.

Me: Now, I want you to take a deep breath. (He does) I want you to have a good day at school, so you have to put this behind you. I want you to stay on green, but try for orange. You need to listen to your teacher. Say yes, Ma'am and no Ma'am. Use your manners. Okay?

Logan: Okay. He's starting to cheer up a bit! "Thank God! We may be able to salvage this morning."

Me: I love you, Logan. I love you, very much, and I want you to have a good day, but I need you to understand that how you treated me really hurt my feelings. I'm sorry we had a misunderstanding, but you need to learn to be kind, even when you're mad. Okay.
Hey, that's freaking awesome advice...I need to work on that myself!

Logan: OKay. Sorry, mommy!

Me: Me, too. I love you.

Logan: Love you, too. I even get a little smile from him.

Me: Love you to the moon and back, buddy! Now have a great day!

Logan: Okay, Bye! He's getting out of the truck at this point.

ME: Have a good day! Stay on green! Door shuts...I head for home! I hope he can turn his day around!

Seriously...this kid was great all morning, then BAM! Demon child shows up! I was seriously SO FREAKING MAD. This little dialogue can't even come close to showcasing how mad either of us were...it did seem like he was able to leave it behind when he went in to school! I sure hope so! I really hate to have him start his day that way. He is just so freaking stubborn. He refused to think that he might possibly be wrong about something. Stubborn, I can handle...but that smart mouth! ABSOLUTELY not, he will NOT be rude. I will NOT allow him to get away with talking to ANYONE that way. I am glad we were on the way to school because I don't know how I would have reacted if we were at home. As you can see...I am not one of those parents that don't believe in spanking. I say if the situation calls for it - then do what it takes. I will say that I believe in the punishment fitting the crime. In this case, spanking was needed - unfortunately, I was driving. I think if you spank your child over every little thing, they stop paying attention to it. It's like they think...oh well, I'll get spanked...it will hurt for a minute and then be over and I can go back to doing whatever I want. I know that when I spank my kids, they really take notice and clean up their act VERY quickly, because I don't do it very often. It's like they realize...UH OH! I pushed too far!

Anyway, I hope the rest of the day gets better. We have a 3 day weekend and if that is the way he's going to behave, I wouldn't mind sending him off with someone else! LOL