Thursday, March 19, 2009

Drama King is going to drive me to drink...

The computer croaked and I have been blog-less for a week or so. I have borrowed a laptop so that I can catch up.

As I sit here and type this I am in the midst of a full blown Drama King temper tantrum. My 8 year old can throw them like a 13 year old girl at the drop of a hat.

It started with his homework. He did his just fine but he threw a fit of epic porportions while Green Giant did his. It was like he had Tourette's syndrome. He just couldn't help but shout out all the answers to his brothers homework and then tell him how stupid he is that he didn't know the answer. I fight enough with Green Giant to do his own homework, having Drama King add his input just makes the veins on the Green Giant's neck and forehead pop out as he bellows at DK to "shut up before I kill you"....ahh brotherly love.

But nothing prepared me for the post foul ball in their kickball game tantrum...that some how morphed into door slamming and flopping around like a dying fish on the couch while he shouted things like "There is no food in the house" or "I wanna goooooooooo somewhere" or "Green Giant it's all YOUR fault".

But the best may have been when he went running and screaming down the hall to MY bedroom and attempted to flop himself face first on the bed (cuz it's always more dramatic to do it where mom can see you) and realized that mom's bed is full of clean laundry.

Yup another melt down....

This time because I don't love him enough to clean my bed off and he needs a nap RIGHT THIS MINUTE!!!!!

He is currently curled up on my bed in between my clean laundry asleep with his thumb in his mouth and the other in the back of his pants. In a few minutes, he'll roll over and switch hands. EEEWWWWWW

Anyone know what to do with an 8 year old thumb sucking drama king that plays a mean game of soccer??

Remind me to tell you about the chick trying to knock him out during a soccer game with her crotch and how the first thing that came to my mind wasn't that I hoped he was OK...but instead that I know that might possibly be as close as he ever gets to one of those

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