It had to happen eventually. And today it did.Monkey Boy has been, for the last few weeks, a right little shit. A smart arse. Mouthing back. Misbehaving. Generally being revolting.
Today was the final straw.
We were off to a BBQ at a friend’s. A close friend whom I have not seen for a while and was so excited about seeing again.
And Monkey was being horrible. He took over an hour to get dressed. He refused to eat what we served for breakky.
Then he wouldn’t get his shoes. It was too hard. He didn’t want to go. He couldn’t find them. They were the wrong ones.
So, I lost it. I said that I would count to ten and if he weren’t ready, we would go without him. Completely confident in the very fact that not only would he have his shoes on by the time I got to ten, but would be in the car with his seatbelt on.
Ha ha ha, that’s one for Mummy. I know how you work, little boy, and you will be coming.
Except he wasn’t. Not only that he’d pulled his car seat out of the car, threw it to the side, and sat down in the garage.
So we hopped in the car and drove off, leaving him sitting there.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so sick in my life.
He came running after us, car seat in arms, sobbing madly and promising good behaviour. Nay, best behaviour.
It was all I could do to stop myself saying “Ner ner nerner ner. I knew you’d listen eventually!”