Warren has been a bit of a hmmmm. Let's see, it's hard to find the right word to describe your son, whom you love, but who's attitude is sending you straight over the edge of reason. Warren has been a bit of a jerk lately. And I say that because I love him and I know he's NOT a jerk and I'm not sure why he's acting like a jerk, but if this is any indication of how big of a jerk he may become when he's a teenager - well then HOLY HELL I AM GETTING OUT OF HERE.
I'm not sure what it's about - testing his limits, finding his voice, needing to control his anger... Whatever it is, it's brutal. You can't see it coming, but when it comes it doesn't disappear quickly. The jerk tude rolls in and enjoys the long ride; leaving me scratching my head and wondering where my sweet boy is. I know he's in there - I get glimpses of him. I see him when it's bedtime and he needs the kiss and hug. I see it when he's nervous or worried and needs my reassurance. I see it when he smiles at me out of the blue.
For now, I have store those glimpses to make it through the next tude arrival. Stockpile them and recall them before I lose my cool. And hope that like his thumbsucking, this too shall pass.
Meanwhile, I'll double up on zoloft and keep fully stocked in red wine.