Alex and I are really struggling lately. I know it's a mix of the long summer, him trying to figure out how to be not a little kid but not yet grown, and me having high expectations (and little patience) for his behavior. I know this. But ho-ly shit. We might actually box one of these days.
Yesterday, we "started over" three times. Basically when we are having a rough morning, we stop, talk it out, and agree to start the day over with our earlier disagreements in the past. That had to happen three freking times yesterday. One would think after that many restarts we would be good to go. Turns out, not so much.
He, Sam, and a neighbor kid were playing in the sandbox before dinner. And while I was chopping some stuff, the neighbor kid's mom was in the kitchen with me. But she had a good view outside, and at one point said, "Soooo, not trying to tattle on Alex or anything, but just so you're aware, he is putting handfuls of sand in Sam's underwear." Because of course he is. So, I went to the door, asked Alex if he would like it if someone put sand in his underwear (for those of us keeping track, he wouldn't like it), and told him to knock it off. About 37 seconds later, neighbor mom said, "Ummmm....I mean...yeah...he's now putting handfuls of sand in Sam's hair." So, I calmly put down my knife (POINTS FOR ME), walked outside to the sandbox, picked up a full bucket of sand, and silently dumped it on Alex's head (not so many points for me). Things devolved from there real quick like.
And all of this was before Travis realized Alex had racked up a bunch charges on his account in video game coins. Sweet sassy molassey.
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