I am so grateful that I was able to keep my cool with a very tired boy today. It all started when it was Jase's turn for a piano lesson. I am the teacher, so I guess that means he can be a bit more dramatic. He was crying and crying and crying some more because "It hurts my thumbs" and "I am never playing the piano again". I really kept my cool. Fits like this typically get my blood boiling and I end up vocalizing my feelings=). He finally settled down, and then he had to do his homework. That started the next crying spill. I just had to keep smiling at him. He would have to hide his face so he didn't laugh-cry. Then I told him he couldn't watch a movie he picked out because it was rated pg=13. Yep, another crying spell. Then it was time to take a shower. Yep, another spell. Then it was time to cut his hair. Yep, he was mad because I wouldn't shave his sides and give him a mohawk. "I look ugly like this".
And the best part was that as soon as he layed his down on his pillow he was asleep.
