Extreme Mornings...

Tuesday morning was probably the worst mornings we have had as parents. It was a morning filled with meltdowns, screaming, yelling, and just plain not listening. We have no idea where it came from except for the fact that he woke up during the night and then proceeded to kick Mommy all night.

We started the morning fine but when it was time to get dressed he just broke down. Nothing we could do was right. He would run, scream, slam his bedroom door, and then just cry. He ran into his room, threw himself on his bed saying he wanted to go to sleep on his big boy bed. It was 35 minutes of constant screaming/crying/whining. At one point, it was so bad where he wouldn't listen to either Mommy or Daddy that we let him cry in his room and we both went downstairs. Finally, he was calm enough to come downstairs, have some breakfast & watch Chuggington. Then it was another battle getting his coat on and into the car. He spent the *ENTIRE* 45 minute car ride crying that he wanted to go back home and go to sleep.

At one point I felt so bad for him because he seemed so sad. But once we pulled into school, he was happy as a clam! He walked into class without any problems and proceeded to have a great day.

Then Wednesday morning was the complete opposite: he was picture-perfect! He was incredibly cooperative, happy & a few times even came over to me while I was getting ready giving me hugs & telling me that he loved me. It was very sweet but so bizarre in the sense that the day before he was a crazy-child!