Giggles has been ... well... I'm going to call it "happy challenged" lately. I really think I am going to have to think of a better name for Giggles because he isn't doing a lot of giggling anymore. More like volcanic eruptions. But I don't want to rename him Volcano (despite the accurate description).
With his chaotic beginning in his early years before his adoption I understand his need for order and control. But this desire to control everything comes in conflict with mom and dad when we ask him to do something and he doesn't want to do what he is told.
Result: Volcano.
So after having a temper tantrum from 3:30 to 6:00 yesterday I braced myself for today. Frankly I have to brace myself for EVERYDAY. This morning's trigger was when he realized that I had moved his socks from the middle of the living room floor back to the pile of laundry on the couch. "Now I will have to find them all over again!" he shouted.
Really? Socks? To me, this is not a big deal. To him... apparently it was a HUGE deal.
After several other incidents in the process of getting ready for school which I tried to diffuse, I was going to attempt to send him on the bus but he had his mad face and was stomping before and after the prayer and Wannabe said, "does he HAVE to come?" Wannabe waved his hand over Giggles' head and said, "he was like Death yesterday."
Seriously... he called his brother Death. DEATH! (I admit I laughed on the inside while keeping a straight face.) But how could I send Death on the bus? Could you?
I just couldn't.
So I drove Death to school.
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