The weekend was rough.
Then, while I was at T.Puzzle’s karate practice (hooray that Mad Dog had a chance to join us!), Full Speed decided to be a sore loser for the babysitter. He thought crying, tantruming and hitting her were acceptable ways to deal with the fact she beat him at a game.
When she walked in the door with Full Speed behind her, she described to me these unfortunate events. I felt the color creep up my neck and my face burned bright with frustration, anger and whatever else a Mom feels when her child’s behavior mortifies her.
She packed up T.Puzzle to head home so Mad Dog and I could remain for Full Speed’s practice. Upon leaving, T.Puzzle melted down for me and I almost snapped. The babysitter gracefully swooped in and escorted him to safety.
As Full Speed practiced his kicks and punches, I stewed in my thoughts. I was disappointed that my boys were being so poorly behaved. I know that kids aren’t going to be perfect and will have a bad day or two, but this seems to be spiraling and it isn’t fun.
I’m not sure what to do.
They have lost several privileges already.
How about shelter?