Charles has been rather difficult the last day or two. A couple of nights ago he threw a screaming fit at the bottom of the stairs for reason that remain unclear. As best we can tell, he was upset that no one would carry him all the way up the stairs and in to bed. I’m not sure how long he was there, crying and screaming, but I’d guess twenty minutes or so. Eventually he gave in and hauled himself up to bed for a story.
Yesterday was a big rush to pick up Charles and Alice and then head out to soccer practice. I told Charles multiple times to leave his shoes on when we got home, because we’d be leaving again in a few minutes. Of course, he took off his shoes immediately after we got home while I was distracted with departure preparations. Then he threw a fit because I wanted to load him up without putting his shoes back on. While we were at soccer practice he didn’t want to hang out near the practice, instead climbing a nearby hill and playing in the dirt of a construction site. After practice Charles was off on the hill with Jack’s sister and her friend Lauren when Charles whacked Corwin right in the mouth with a dirt clod, giving Corwin a bit of a bloody lip and a mouth full of dirt. When I got there Charles was sitting on the ground pulling up grass and chanting as fast as he could “I sorry!” over and over.
This morning Charles didn’t get up until 9 and then claimed he was too tired to do anything (unfortunately Alice and I were also tired and fell back asleep until 9 after Corwin left). It was only with much brow beating and physical intervention that I managed to get him and Alice to daycare by 10:15.
The only thing that saves him is that sometimes, when I ask him to do something for me, he just looks up and saws “Awe wight”.