Wednesday....so, not a pattern after all.

Another horrible evening.  Worst so far, maybe.  I think we tried to many different tactics.  I explained things, Husband gave "strikes", we added physical exercises to the "strikes" so Grant ended up doing push-ups.  Then, Husband went back to treating him the age he acted, but I think it was far too late to expect improvement.  He brushed Grant's teeth anyway.  It was like new parents with an infant.  How do you make it stop screaming?!?


Why did this happen?  Grant asked Abbie if she wanted to play a second game with him.  She said no thank you, she would rather read.  Yes, that was it.  From that moment, he was hell bent on having an explosion.  I pointed this out, and recommended he not end the day that way.  So, he threw himself on the floor instead of preparing for bed time.  I told him that if he had that much free time, maybe he would be so kind as to vacuum the living room. 


Fit, of course.


So, so spoiled.  My latest theory is that all of this research is nice and all, but the problem is that I have a spoiled child.  He knows what he should do.  He is somehow being allowed to not do it.  I just have to figure out where that is happening and stop it.  I've already decided that Grant and Abbie are about to have fewer choices.  No asking what they want for dinner.  No asking what movie they want to watch.  It isn't fair to treat people like they get to be in charge and then expect them not to feel the same way.


No, if you'll excuse me, I am going to my room to cry.  A lot.