It was one of those afternoons where everything was great, until it wasn't. The kids were on good colors at school (they usually are these days), they didn't have any homework, they quickly did their chores and got ready for dance, and we happily headed to the studio. Then Pre-Ballet ended, and while Cora was in Acro 2, James went from awesome to unbelievable... There was running and yelling and Acro in the halls (distracting the students in classes), defiance of my asking him to sit quietly and read his AR book (complete with whining, and then outright telling me "no"), and an all around terrible attitude (from eye-rolling to rude noises to full-blown meltdown-sobbing). All this from the child who normally behaves angelically (though, this behavior is becoming more common over the past month or so... must be a birthday coming up - we always have behavior issues around birthday milestones for some reason). When Cora got out of Acro, I was beyond ready to leave, but I needed to get the kids fitted for Acro shoes. While I waited for the sales girl, Cora jumped up to hang on the counter. I asked her to get down, and when she did, she accidentally knocked over the ceramic pen holder, smashing it into a zillion tiny shards of danger for a bunch of barefoot ballerinas... As I was attempting to clean that up, she started crying because she thought she was in trouble (she wasn't, it was just bad timing on top of everything else) and James continued to whine (now about wanting to go sit and watch his friends play on his Kindles). When I turned full around to tell Cora that I wasn't mad, and tell James NO and that he needed to wait patiently to have his feet measured, I caught him chewing on his watch band again (we've asked him repeatedly not to do so). It was obviously missing chunks and about to fall apart, so I took it from him, which caused him to WAIL (and lie that "it got stuck on something - I wasn't chewing it!) At that point I was DONE. You know you're no longer holding it together when your friend walks over from the waiting area and pats your shoulder to assure you that "we all have those days". Oh, what an hour...

So, I did what I had to do to keep my sanity. We left without the foot measurements. We blasted the radio on the way home and I sent James to his room while I threw dinner together. When dinner was ready, I had him come out with the $12 required to purchase a replacement watch band, plus $3 in "whine taxes" (we started this with Cora over winter break and it has worked really well, mostly, and we recently had to start doing it with James too - $1 for every "most horrible noise on the planet" made - and I felt that $3 was lenient for an hour worth of back-talking and whining). I ordered his band, fed him (and everyone else) dinner, and sent him to bed (with plenty of hugs and kisses and an "I love you, but you're overtired and/or overwhelmed if you're behaving like this, so you're going to bed an hour early"). The rest of the evening was much calmer (and he barely complained about his early bedtime, so clearly he knew he needed it, on some level). We played Cloud Hoppers with Cora (and when I checked on James 10 minutes into our game, he was already asleep.) Jay won, neither of us had a beer (we cut out weeknight drinks again at the beginning of the month when the holiday festivities ended), and we vegged out with TV until my temper was completely calm and ready for bed. Oi. Vey.


This blog/journal tends to document all the fun and cuteness, but it's obviously not like that all day, every day around here, so this was a little bit of "the bad" recorded for posterity. And now I can't wait for James to turn 8 and get this transition behind us!