In a Funk

I think I've been in a funk lately. There were some things going on at home that I just don't feel comfortable sharing online for anyone to read. Those of you close to me know what happened, and know how it ended. Know how much it hurt. At one point, I almost deleted this blog. But I can't do that. This is my outlet and ways for over posting the pictures of the boys without annoying anyone. Besides, if I deleted this blog, then those who sought to hurt me and my family would win. So I did the next best thing and made this blog private.

So if you're reading this, you are in the circle of trust.

On that note...

D's at it again. He's been so good since the transition phase after his fourth birthday.
 

But last week was a trial for him. Hitting, crying, screaming, yelling, finger pointing, you name it, he's done it.

There were a few days last week when I thought we had started heading in the right direction, especially when his consequences were doubly enforced, but then he'd go back to the bad behavior the next day.

Needless to say, there were many days last week that D had all of his television and video game time taken away rather than just a portion of it and time outs in his bedroom.

Bed time brought a change as well, as he was not allowed to have any of his extras that he likes to take to bed with him. I love my little monster buddy, and I hope this phase passes as quickly as the last one did.

I like it better when he tells me I'm his most famous Mommy rather than tell me that he's going to take me to jail with his eyes shooting daggers at me and his lower lip puffed out into the perfect pout topped off with a little quiver.

At least five out of the seven nights ended on high notes, with color sessions, some bed jumping, and singing and dancing to music.

The cherry on top was when my lovable (when he's not being ornery) guy telling me that I am his heart because we are family.