This morning began with a blowout with Big E. I asked him to join us on our morning walk.
WALKING IS BORING!
I told him he could run.
RUNNING IS BORING!
I told him he could ride his bike.
BIKING IS BORING!
On Tuesday, I let this slide, but then I watched as he stayed indoors and was a complete sloth the whole day. Without my prompting, he would turn to stone.
I dug in.
IF YOU DON'T GO WITH US, I'M NOT MAKING YOU ANY MEALS TODAY!
Little E and I left, and I half expected Big E to join us on our route. But he didn't. When we returned, Little E asked for a piece of fruit and Big E asked for a bagel. Just like any stubborn mom locked in her house would do, I cut up a peach for Little E, and stone cold ignored Big E.
He started high pitch whining for a bagel. Mr. Yoy broke first, stomped downstairs and angrily made him a bagel. His tolerance for whining is at level negative 1,000. He asked Big E and me to make peace. How are we going to survive if we are constantly at an impasse? We are both the same level of stubbornness and it's a lethal combo.
10AM and I was already so upset. I guess things could only go up from here.
I asked the boys to work on their writing prompts. Big E hammered out the qualifications for his new, child-run government.