Ever have one of those days where you feel like nothing you say as a parent sinks in? I swear I spend all of my waking hours teaching the kids things like say please, say thank you, stop punching each other in the head during dinner, flush the toilet, wash your hands, go back and wash your hands with soap, do your chores when I ask you the first time, or the 5th time. I know. I know. ALL moms have those days. And Tuesday was "that" day for me. The kids had their last day of golf and Hank was in a mood. Let's just say Hank can be a little hot under the collar. I realize that I am not going to change this in him....so I need to teach him how to try to control his temper and what is and is not appropriate behavior when he gets mad.
Like....I don't know....for example....
HITTING HIS DAD IN THE LEG WITH A GOLF CLUB
just for an example...is not appropriate.
Hank wanted to ride in the golf cart (yes...I know...he's 4), however, part of golf lessons is obviously teaching them how to respect other players, the golf course...etc. So...he needed to walk the 3 feet to his ball instead of ride in the cart.
CUE.....
Crazy meltdown, screaming, swinging his club at Brad.
Really?
So....we made him stop his lesson, sit in the van, and "cool" down.
Let's just say by the end of the day I was crying in the laundry room because I was so frustrated with his behavior. I think I'm just going to get a shirt that says "I try."
Oh...and....guess who was runner up in the little one holers? Yes...after that behavior he wins a trophy. Awesome. But....he is adorable.
