I have a very bright, very demanding five and a half year old. At this very point in time, he's rolling on the couch screaming "ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow" because I lost it and spanked his bottom.
I don't like spanking. I hate it. I loathe it. It's telling someone that if you are acting in a way I don't like, then it's okay to hit them.
He is so good at pressing my buttons. And I've tried reasoning, talking, holding, everything and he just keeps going and going and going. seriously. He is the Energizer bunny of fit throwing. And, as things progress, the knots in my neck get tighter and tighter and tighter 'till the pain is almost unbearable and I can't stand it anymore and either I have to walk away or I lash out. Hence the spanking.
He's still whining about the fact that he can't have his sister's lollypop because it's bigger than his. Well, deal with it child. He's acting like a brat. He ate his lollypop. That's why his lollypop is smaller than his sister's. I can understand that he wants something, even I can vaildate it. But it's not cool to bully his sister into giving him her lollypop.
Of course, I could point out the fact that the lollypops in question are loaded with corn syrup, artificial colors and flavors and in general are a menace to society. It was against my better judgement to allow them to have them, but in my head I said, "Well, it's no big deal. Once in a while won't hurt." Huh. Well, put that on top of McDonald's with rootbeer that Grandma provided today and we're in hell.
His older brother has already demonstrated what happens when you have this crud and is running around flinging things into the air.
I wish I could say that this behavior of my five year old was abnormal, but it's usual behavior. I can't even blame it entirely on the candy and the trash food today, although it's probably affected the level of behavior. It seems to escalate when we allow this type of food into our home.
But, Hunter is our little Emporer. "Who's going to get me water?" repeat in a high pitched whine ad nauseum. Over and over and over and over. Till someone capitulates and gets it. And it's not like he asked for it. It's not like he doesn't have access to his OWN cups to get his OWN water. OH, no, it's because he wants to control things and wants to make us jump to his tune. And I'm sorry, but in a house with seven people and two dogs, his tune isn't the only one with which we're dealing.
GGAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
I don't like spanking. I hate it. I loathe it. It's telling someone that if you are acting in a way I don't like, then it's okay to hit them.
He is so good at pressing my buttons. And I've tried reasoning, talking, holding, everything and he just keeps going and going and going. seriously. He is the Energizer bunny of fit throwing. And, as things progress, the knots in my neck get tighter and tighter and tighter 'till the pain is almost unbearable and I can't stand it anymore and either I have to walk away or I lash out. Hence the spanking.
He's still whining about the fact that he can't have his sister's lollypop because it's bigger than his. Well, deal with it child. He's acting like a brat. He ate his lollypop. That's why his lollypop is smaller than his sister's. I can understand that he wants something, even I can vaildate it. But it's not cool to bully his sister into giving him her lollypop.
Of course, I could point out the fact that the lollypops in question are loaded with corn syrup, artificial colors and flavors and in general are a menace to society. It was against my better judgement to allow them to have them, but in my head I said, "Well, it's no big deal. Once in a while won't hurt." Huh. Well, put that on top of McDonald's with rootbeer that Grandma provided today and we're in hell.
His older brother has already demonstrated what happens when you have this crud and is running around flinging things into the air.
I wish I could say that this behavior of my five year old was abnormal, but it's usual behavior. I can't even blame it entirely on the candy and the trash food today, although it's probably affected the level of behavior. It seems to escalate when we allow this type of food into our home.
But, Hunter is our little Emporer. "Who's going to get me water?" repeat in a high pitched whine ad nauseum. Over and over and over and over. Till someone capitulates and gets it. And it's not like he asked for it. It's not like he doesn't have access to his OWN cups to get his OWN water. OH, no, it's because he wants to control things and wants to make us jump to his tune. And I'm sorry, but in a house with seven people and two dogs, his tune isn't the only one with which we're dealing.
GGAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
s bedtime is neear 
: but in my world a natural consequence of complaining about sisters lolypop can be turned into a math lesson. His goes on a plate and how many licks does it take for sisters to reach the same size. When it does, he gets his lolly back. It's not taking it away... and he may scream, but it makes sense. He now knows how many licks more he had... or something.
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