My Glamorous Life.

Well today was not one of my finer days. The days preceding it were not so great either. Everything has been irritating me for about a week. Friday night I was one step away from just locking myself in my room and let the boys bang on the door and scream. Carter and I have been butting heads all week. Well this particular night he wouldn't stay in his bed. Lets just say swats didn't work here, and by the time 8:30 rolled around I had called Jason in tears and Carter was the cool, calm, collected one. I told him, "You better come home right now, before I call CPS on myself!" He told me, "I'll be home in 7 minutes, just ignore him." Well Carter decides to say now. "Mommy, you better listen to me I am tired of toopeating myself." Thanks son, I'll remember that the next time. Jason gets home and has a dad to son discussion and Carter goes straight to bed and goes to sleep!!!!! I was so angry, frustrated, and anything else that might apply. SO Saturday rolls around and he is not allowed to go outside while Dad is running the tractor, he goes outside anyway. I get the belt this time and decided to be consistent on my punishments. He gets one swat and learned his lesson...throw the belt out the back door then mom can't find it to swat me. He did that three times that day. Well that morning he came bustin in the door and locked it and said, "Now Bonnie can't get me, she was chasin' me, I lock her out." What did he do now? How do I appologize for whatever might of done that was cause that kind of an reaction, I don't think cookies will cover this one. Well, Sunday came around and I was talking to Bonnie and she said that the contractor working across the street called her and said Carter had come over to the house he was building to "help" well he sent him home but he didn't go home he went to the next house over that is under construction that dosen't have any walls just a floor and a hole for the basement entrance. One of the workers said he saw him go into the hole and come back out limping because he fell down the stairs! All the time I thought he had gone over to Carden's house to play, at least that was what he told me he was going to do. So Sunday night I was a mess thinking what a horrible mother I was for not knowing what my son is up to and how could I let him get hurt like that and not know. I seriously gave myself a kanker sore with my tummy in knots like that. Well then today happened, I was in tears by 2 this afternoon and it was just because of naughty boys. Keaton gave Carter a busted lip, Carter kept on escaping out the door Carter going one way and Keaton going another, Carter decided he wanted to play in my make-up, naps were non-exsistant today, and Sugar bit Carter on the foot which was a melt down in itself. Jason had another father and son talk and he couldn't see what the problem was because Carter was being just fine after that. So I decided I needed to get out and Jason would have to take me out on a date. Well on the way home Carter said, "I say O.K. daddy, and I don't get a swat." Your learning son but how about just not getting into trouble in the first place. So we are trying the time out this week, but I have a feeling that I might need time out more than he does.