It would appear I'm losing control. To my three year old.
We have reached the phase in which my son thinks he needs to control everything. Including me. Sometimes it's kind of funny:
"Mom, I asked you TWO times to move this off my chair. Mom. Move it off my chair!"
"Mom. I don't liiiiike those choices. Those are not good choices. I need new choices."
Other times it's annoying:
Half way through a bowl of cereal:
"MOM I DON'T WANT THIS SPOON. This is the WRONG spoon. I DON'T WANT IT."
Cries for five minutes, finishes cereal and eats two more with the same damn spoon.
And then there are mornings like this past Monday when I'm fairly confident none of us are going to survive to four:
"I DON'T WANT TO GET UP. I DON'T WANT TO GET DRESSED. I DON'T WANT TO GO TO HOLLY'S. I DON'T WANT TO FEED MY FISH. I WANT TO SLEEP."
"We're going to be late, let's go."
"I'M NOOOOOOOT GETTING UP. I'M NOOOOOOOOT GETTING DRESSED."
There was a lot of yelling, door slamming and temper tantrums. Not all of them Ben's. I'm not proud of this. But it is what it is.
I keep reminding myself that this is a phase. That he's testing me. He's trying to get the upper hand. I'm the grown up and I can handle this.
But let me just tell you. I don't waaaaaaaannnnnnnnnttttttt tooooooooooo.