Trip to Boise

ARGH!

On the way, to the airport, (it’s a 3 hour drive) I asked him to stop throwing his glasses around in the car.  He threw the glasses and he couldn’t reach them so he asked me to get them for him.  I said no, I told you not to throw them and you kept throwing them so they stay there until we get to the airport.  He said, I have to go potty.  I asked him are you lying to me. he was quiet then he said mom, I don’t have to go.  Then he asked again for me to get his glasses, I said no.  then he said, I’m going to take my seat belt off.  I said, I will stop the car if you take your seatbelt off.  He got a smile on his face and he took his seat belt off.  I said put your seatbelt back on or I’m going to stop and if I stop I’m going to take away your glasses.  He laughed and I stopped the car and he started ran and got his sunglasses and sat back down on his car seat and said, I have my seatbelt on now mom.  I took away his sunglasses.  He just stared at me then he started yelling that he wanted to go back to his godmother’s.  I told him that I needed for him to call himself down or I would have to help him (restrain).  He calmed down for a bit. 

Then when my tio joined us to drop us off at the airport, it went something like this: He started telling my uncle on the drive to the airport how awful I was, how I bought him toys then took them away, how I put him on timeout at gas stations, and how I scared him when I stopped the car “in the middle of the freeway” and he thought he was going to crash.  How I was always putting him on timeout and throwing away his toys.  My uncle answered, so what did you do?  He says nothing, my mom is mean and I don’t want to live with her and I want you to call the cops and arrest her.  Ah, if I hadn’t just started my period, I would have not been so pissed.  My uncle was fine, but I thought to myself.  I sound awful.  When we got to the airport, I was quiet and I told him to use inside voice, so he started yelling, MOM, WHY DON’T YOU WANT ME TO TALK?  ARE YOU MAD AT ME MOM?  I LOVE YOU MOM! while looking like a poor innocent child.  

On the airplane, he kept pushing the limit.  I had asked him to speak in inside voice on the plane.  Every once in a while, he would yell, MOM I LOVE YOU, WHY DON”T YOU WANT ME TO TALK?  IS IT OKAY IF I USE MY OUTSIDE VOICE MOM, MOM? MOM!ll WHY YOU NOT TALKING TO ME MOM?  ARE YOU MAD AT ME?  WHY YOU MAD AT ME MOM?