I am beyond frustrated.  After Doug left NJ, Zander had about 5 tantrums the last three days we were in NJ.  The major doozy was where he SCREAMED and CRIED for an hour in the van with my dad driving on the way home from the beach.  I totally lost it with him.  If I was driving, I would have stopped at a gas station and waited outside of the van with Zevan until he quit crying. 

And the one in the airport that started in the ticketing line, through the security checkpoint and into the cabin. 

He was having a crying fit as we headed down the jetway.  He wanted to stay in the stroller even though I told him we could not take it on the plane.  I left him on the jetway and said he could join me when he was ready and boarded the plane with Zevan happily riding in the ergo.  Zander pushed his way through the line, crying the whole time to catch up with me.  And pitching his gd fit as we worked our way back to our row.  I was telling him that he needed to calm down or else the plane would not be able to take off.  A nearby steward overheard me, and firmly (but nicely) told Zander, “That’s right.  We are going to need you to calm down, or the plane won’t be able to take off.”  That quieted Zander down for a minute.  I mouthed “Thank you” to the steward.  He did start crying again, and as I approached our row, I loudly called out loud to the nearby passengers, “I apologize to everyone in advance for my son.  He’s 3 years old.”  I got a few empathetic chuckles and nods, which made me feel better.  I also apologized in advance to the poor guy who was sitting in the window seat in our row.  He was very gracious.   

Zander was actually good the duration of the flight.  I paid $5 so he could watch Nickelodeon and Boomerang for the duration of the flight.  He even went potty twice.  Zevan slept nearly the entire flight, on my lap.  Definitely time for him to have his own seat.  Zander got a lot of compliments on his behavior from the other passengers after we landed.

We made it all the way to baggage claim where we met up with Doug.  Then, as we were leaving the airport, he had another fit.    

I was seriously going to take a cab home from Denver if he was going to scream all the way home again. 

Then he had another one tonight during his bath, which he usually loves.  We took his Thinking Chair and his toy shelf out of his room, and he still screamed and cried and was unbelievably rude. Oh. my. God. This. Is. Not. My. Child.

And after an hour of tantrum, when it ends nearly as suddenly as it started, he’s all like, “sorry for the tantrum, mom.”  and wants me to be all happy that he’s done.     He acts all sweet and nice and wants me to change my attitude just as suddenly.   

I am SO over this.  I am so F***KING tired of him treating me like crap.  He is only 3 1/2 and he is so disrespectful that I can totally empathize with Homer choking Bart “Why you little…”   

Calgon, take me away!    FAR FAR AWAY