Today is one of those days where I feel like a horrible parent. My son has been pushing and pushing and pushing the limits of my sanity. Everything is a fight. EVERYTHING. He has not willingly complied with a request in weeks. When I make him complete a task or when I refuse to give him something he wants, he cries and screams and whines for what feels like an eternity. I don't do well under that kind of stress. Especially after days and days of endless whining.
Right now, at 9pm, my son is in his bed screaming at the top of his lungs for a band-aid. A fucking band-aid! The logical thing to do would be to give him a damn band-aid. But I can't, because that will only encourage more requests and more screaming. I feel like ripping my damn hair out. Why is he suddenly being so difficult?
It is really warm tonight, and we have all the windows open. I am sure my neighbors think that I am in here torturing my child. Of course, in reality, he is torturing me. Nobody likes to hear their child cry. Nobody likes being the mean parent.
Kids! Nothing but trouble.