After each tantrum, I am always amazed at the passion and intensity of them.
I'm not going to bore you with the details, but let's just say it was over a food choice.
Big E lost it. He was screaming, crying, tugging on my clothes, and throwing food. A glorious mixture of snot and tears were running down his face.
It's always at this point in the tantrum that I wonder how a simple decision ends up causing armageddon for my 4 year old.
And trust me, I am not unmoved by his performance. It rattles me to my very core.
Last night, I let my frustration get the better of me. I slammed the hell out of the microwave door to get him to stop crying. It startled Big E for a moment, but then he ramped back up.
I needed to put myself in time-out, because I was seconds away from losing control of the situation.
I took a seat on the bar stool, rested my head in my hands, and took so many …