Worst Weekend Ev-ah

This one certailny topped any prior. To call Harry a emotional roller-coaster this weekend would certainly be an understatement.

We had more foot-stomping and items thrown (including both open- and closed-fists), that you usually see on the mid-day talk shows about spastic kids.

For the first time that I can remember, Harry actually didn't make it to Gym class, which isn't to say that we didn't go to gym class. In fact, Pop-pop even came down to visit, packed himself into the backseat of the Forrester (at Harry's explicit direction of course), and traipsed along after sitting in the car himself for 3 hours.

Harry was great until it was actually time to go in. For those of you who haven't been following along, Harry's current class is kids-only. Parents and posse's hang in the lobby behind the platen glass. Usually Harry loves showing off, leading the class, instructing the teachers on how to run the stations, etc. But this time, he adamantly refused to go in without Mommy... tears began to flow, and I could feel the foot-stomping coming.

Most interesting was to overhear another boy's visiting grandparent (?) comment on the poor boy crying in the corner clinging to his mother, and then to hear his father note how odd it was, that that particular boy was never the one in the corner...

So rather than put on a show for everyone, we headed back home... and the antics continued.

We decided that we'd put Pop-pop's truck to use, and headed to Lowe's for some home improvement supplies. We finished up there after a less-than-helpful bunch made sure to keep us there for at least 30 minutes longer than we needed to, and we headed back home, while Pop-pop made a quick stop at the Tobacco Barn for supplies. Nothing better than getting a call from him about a 1/4 mile from home that he'd been rear-ended at a light, hitting him into another car.

Dropped Kim & Harry off at home for a nap (you pick who needed one more), and back to the scene. Plenty of drama later, and at least he was able to drive away.

A nice dinner, and Harry headed off to bed, and Pop-pop back north.

So we tried again this morning. Harry helped make a pancake breakfast, actually ate his, and started off pretty well. Then the foot-stomping began. He made sure that everything he wanted was expressed loudly and repeatedly, sans please or thank you, and that he changed his mind just before either of us started to move.

Tricycle into the garden, bike helmet out the door and down the patio steps, and a few swings later, Harry finally went down for a nap. Somehow, he actually slept through the lawn mower under his window, and a brief visit by the Brockways (greeted by Bailey's barking of course). Somehow, he convinced Kim to keep her word about going to get ice cream afterwards.

Dinner was a mess again, and ended as it usually does lately, with Harry in his room crying while we finish up.

Hoping things go better tomorrow, he's home with Kim for Columbus Day. I have a feeling the TV ban is going to be lifted, as we're back in de-sensitize mode. Apparently "There's a Nighmare in my Closet" is a new one on the docket at school, and Harry wants nothing more around bedtime, than to sleep upstairs with us. Best we can some up with so far is repeated screenings of Disney/PIXAR Monsters Inc. We'll see how that goes, and hopefully Kim makes it through the day, job intact, tomorrow.