Today he threw a suitcase into the air, hit himself repeatedly, screamed, whined, shook, knocked over chairs and basically destroyed our front room.
I screamed at the top of my lungs too and now my throat hurts. And of course, I feel like a failure as a mother because I lost my cool and couldn’t stop his behavior.
He made a weekend schedule yesterday. This morning, he couldn’t find it. That was the cause of the tantrum.
He doesn’t care about the ease of scribbling out a new schedule. He doesn’t care that he is able to tell you everything that he wants to do today. He wants the paper he made. He is devastated that it’s gone.
The aggravation for me is that he won’t look for it. He reduces to tears, then escalates to rage, be cause I can’t find it.
It makes absolutely no difference to him that I have never seen it. I don’t know what color it is or how big it is, and I certainly have no idea where he last put it. He is just beside himself with anger and grief because I can’t produce it the moment he asks.
I turned his room upside down, looked in the bathroom and sifted through the piles and piles of his papers downstairs. All of that and nothing. No schedule. No end to his meltdown.
It’s only 7:20 a.m. and I am already exhausted.
How is your week going?
P.S. This was our Tuesday: