tursday.

Henry asked me what day it is, I replied, "Thursday." His response?  "No mom, it's Tuuurrrssssssday."

It doesn't matter what day it is, this morning sucked balls.  Hard.  Henry spent time in time out.  I got hit upside the head when he was in time out.  Which lead to more time out.  Which lead to me telling him if he didn't stay in time out until time out was done, Ms. Lisa was going to find out. Which led to him screaming even louder and crying even harder and him not wanting to go to school.  Which led to me feeling like a complete asshole and like a terrible mother. 

Hugs and kisses and apologies ensued.  From both sides. 

In the car, on the way to school, I still felt like an asshole and even though Henry clearly felt better, he was laughing and making jokes and requesting songs, I was stuck in that place of, let it go, but did I make it clear that this cannot happen?  I didn't like that I got hit upside the head.  I didn't like that I had to pry his mouth open to brush his teeth, a task he normally gets to do on his own in the morning.  Mostly, I didn't like that the more pissed he got, the more pissed I got.  It's my job to not get caught up in the bullshit.  He's a kid.  I ended up telling him I love him every oh, 10 seconds and when we got to school I made the point of apologizing for saying I would tell his teacher what happened and I shouldn't have said that and she will never have to know about something like that.  I told him I hoped he would have a great day at school and I would be thinking of him and I will work on not yelling and getting mad and to always remember mom-mom loves him.  He responded with, "It's okay, mom.  I am going to have a smiley-face day.  Always remember Henry loves you."